The spacecraft pierced through the swirling morning fog, the whine of it’s engines the only sound in the early hour as it slowed and eventually landed. Mist swirling around it’s engines and landing gear, the occupants disembarked.

“Keep it running,” a blue-skinned humanoid asked the droid bolted to the controls. It whirred acknowledgement. “This hopefully won’t take too long…”

“I appreciate that you want to help, Riyo,” Ahsoka said to her Pantoran friend, “But I’m sure I could have handled this myself. Don’t you have other things to do, as a Senator?”

Senator Riyo Chuchi shrugged. “The Chancellor said he wanted a representative of the government involved. My hands are tied. Not that I mind coming to help out. I have assistants who can take care of the paperwork while I’m gone.”

“We don’t know if this ‘witch’ is dangerous. She could be a sith in hiding, or like Ventress was.” Ahsoka insisted, but it was more formality than anything. She liked Riyo and didn’t mind having someone along with her, and this was supposed to be a purely diplomatic mission; if the witch didn’t want to talk, they would leave and not fight. There shouldn’t be a danger… but if there was, she was confident she could protect Riyo.

The ship had made its way to an unoccupied landing pad in a lesser traveled part of the city. It had been unexpected to hear that the witch had taken residence on an urban planet - it felt weird that they weren’t out in some deserted, swampy planet, or at least a vaguely rural one. Instead, she was in one of the most densely populated planets in the region of space.

Following the instructions from the chancellor, the two left the landing pad and went into the city. Ahsoka had a strange feeling as they walked, like someone was watching them - she couldn’t see anyone, but the feeling persisted as they walked further into the city.

It was strange for any building to be abandoned in a place like the two young women were investigating, on an urban planet. Space came at a premium; if a space was unoccupied, it generally wouldn’t be for long enough to reach the level of decay that was usually there. And it wasn’t the only odd thing about the abandoned hab they entered; as they’d approached, Riyo hadn’t at first seemed to notice it until they were right at the door, and even Ahsoka could feel her eyes trying to slide past it if she didn’t focus. Something about it repelled attention.

Ahsoka let her hand drift to one of her lightsabers as the feeling of being watched grew stronger. “Senator, stay behind me…” she said.

“There won’t be a need for that.”

Out of the shadows, the owner of the female voice stepped forward. A tall, thin humanoid dressed in red, with chalky white skin. “You can’t really accomplish much if I wanted to do something anyway. Now, might I ask why a pair of perfect strangers are looking for me?”

Riyo stepped out from behind Ahsoka, and bowed respectfully. “Greetings. We’ve come on behalf of the Republic to speak with you. The Chancellor has heard about your kind…”

Ahsoka rolled her eyes - Palpatine was out of his mind if he thought he could recruit someone like this. And for what purpose?

“Mmhm.” The witch said. “And, tell me, why do I care what the Republic wants with me? What could they offer that I can’t satisfy with my magic?”

“But… you haven’t even-” Riyo started, but the witch cut her off.

“I don’t need to hear your words when I can hear your intent. Nothing your Chancellor has given you leave to offer will sway me. Besides - the Jedi would never consider working with someone like me. My magic would hurt their pride, you see, and they are terribly prideful.”

It was Ahsoka’s turn to step forward. The audacity! “Fine, we don’t need you, anyway. You would have betrayed us, probably before we were out of the system, and even if not, it’s not like you could stand up to the Force.”

A malicious smile played over the witch’s features. “Is that so, young one? Why don’t we test that theory?”

Ahsoka hardly had time to react, as green smoke welled up from cracks in the floor and enveloped her. The process was rapid, taking seconds from an outsider’s perspective, although it was longer and more drawn out to Ahsoka.

Feeling like she was an observer in her own body, she dropped many centimeters in height, feeling her balance shift as she did. Her proportions adjusted to fit her new height, her clothes going loose on her body. She watched with shock as her skin color cooled, a shift running from her fingers and toes inwards as her natural orange was replaced. It took a few moments to make out in the green light of the magical smoke, but she was sure it was blue.

As the shift progressed inwards, she felt more changes happening. She could see her markings fading, some shifting to other places as they took different hues. Her clothes adjusted, darkening and lengthening to a red dress that wouldn’t have looked out of place at some formal party. The strangest sensation was in her head tails - they lost a dramatic amount of height and volume as they too started to shift in color, flattening closer to her head.

As her new skin tone had claimed her torso and was now creeping up her neck, she felt her head tail… split, into thousands and thousands of tiny strands, which she instinctively knew had turned into hair. A dramatically uncomfortable feeling, but not painful, somehow. As her face gained that same blue shade, she felt a subtle shifting in her face as her features rearranged.

When the smoke cleared, Ahsoka… wasn’t. The young jedi was gone, replaced by Riyo Chuchi’s identical twin. “What the-” Ahsoka started, gasping as Riyo’s voice came out of her mouth instead.

Riyo stared in shock. “Ahsoka? Is that… why do you look like me?” she put a hand on Ahsoka’s shoulder and pulled her a bit closer, trying to see if there was any hint of the old her in there - but it was like looking in a mirror.

“Your beloved ‘Force’ didn’t help you all that much there, did it? Maybe it’s the ‘will of the Force’ that you be my playthings?” the Witch suggested, grinning wickedly. “Hm, I think that it’s a bit strange to have two of the same person, but it’d be boring to turn you back. Hey, original version, you want to have your friend back? Well I’ll help~!”

The smoke appeared again, this time hurtling towards Riyo. Ahsoka tried to interpose herself between it and the Senator, but it went past her like a river flowing around a stone and found it’s target.

The change went much like ahsoka’s but it seemed to occur almost in reverse. Riyo gasped as a rush of sensations hit her above her head, her hair gaining volume and fusing into a single mass, forming a new shape that was familiar but not on herself. Most of it suddenly bleached white, although some shifted to a pale blue shade instead. Her face shifted, losing some of the soft lines of youth and gaining maturity in their place.

Her skin brightened and took a warmer tone, starting at the chest and spreading outwards. The new orange was occasionally marked by white forming intricate designs. As this went on, her clothes changed, growing tighter and more form fitting - just as that form began to shift, growing and growing until she was nearly a head taller than her former self (helpfully illustrated by Ahsoka’s present size). Her bust swelled, straining her new shirt, as the change ended and let her settle into a surprisingly athletic body.

“Riyo-” Ahsoka said. The Senator looked much like she had, but older - the Pantoran was gone and replaced by an adult Togruta.

“I… I’m you?” Riyo stammered, unable to fully process the change. She touched herself up and down but the conclusion she came to was unchanged - she had become Ahsoka.

Ahsoka spun on her heel and charged down the witch. She couldn’t let her use her magic again, or who knew what might happen!? In her haste, though, she didn’t think to try to use the force or throw something, instead going at her physically and giving her ample time to defend herself.

“Oh, come now, as long as there’s only one ‘Ahsoka’ and one ‘Riyo’, does it matter which is which?” the witch asked casually, but Ahsoka kept coming. “Oh, if you’re going to be like that…”

Ahsoka tried to duck out of the way of the oncoming magical mist, but it followed her almost before she made her move. The same rapid transformation happened to her, and she dreaded to think what it would do to her net…

As before, it wrapped around her. As before, time seemed to slow down - she could feel every bit of it as it changed her. It went at various parts with no rhyme or reason that she could see. Ahsoka’s dress strained as her breasts bulged outwards, struggling to adjust itself as they dramatically increased in size until they were nearly as big as her head. Her curves deepened, giving her an exaggerated hourglass figure in stark contrast to Riyo’s modest proportions - her hips flaring outwards and bringing up the hem of her skirt, her waist narrowing as if bound tight in a corset. Her rear end, not to be outdone by her hips and bust, found itself growing out and out.

There were other, less dramatic changes to her body as well - her hair grew longer and longer, turning an even brighter pink, and the golden face tattoos shifted to a similar shade. Her dress adjusted itself, getting shorter and more revealing, hugging her curves and teasing a viewer with the idea of her breasts spilling out of a deep neckline or a view of her undergarments should she bend over a little too much.

As the smoke cleared it left Ahsoka tripping over herself, her new proportions throwing off her trajectory and balance completely. “Hm. I suppose if you’re going to insist, I’m going to have to take care of you both.”

Riyo (still looking like Ahsoka) took the chance to step forward. “Now, I think we can work this out, miss. We don’t have to fight. I’m sure the Republic will leave you well alone once they hear of your refusal, so long as you would turn us back to normal…”

“I think I have a much more fun idea.” the witch said, waving a finger towards the senator. The smoke followed it, swallowing up Riyo just like Ahsoka before her, and the changes began to hit her as well.

It followed much the same route as Ahsoka’s starting with the bust, growing and growing to obscene size. Her buttocks and her curves followed suit, the first distinctions coming from a change in the color of the markings on her head-tails. Riyo’s markings shifted to a pale pink, before the change continued to ripple down her body. Her clothes changed as well - if Ahsoka’s had become a suggestive parody of Riyo’s clothing, then Riyo’s new clothes looked like a stripper costume version of Ahsoka’s. The cloth shrunk and shrunk until they barely covered a strip of skin, only just managing to keep her chest bound and the most private parts unexposed. Her leggings vanished to nothing, her skirt getting even shorter, and covering barely anything. It looked like a stiff breeze could leave her naked, and now that’d be a sight many wouldn’t mind seeing.

Riyo stumbled from the sudden addition of weight, ending up next to Ahsoka. “Riyo! Are you alright?” Ahsoka asked, trying not to look too hard at the changes - it was more than a little disconcerting to see a version of herself that looked like that.

“I-I’m fine, Ahsoka…” Riyo said, looking down at herself (or at least, as much as she could - it was difficult to see past the new melons). She had changed so dramatically, she couldn’t even call the body hers anymore. Unable to comprehend she poked at it a bit, feeling it and feeling it was real…

“I’m getting kinda bored with you two.” the witch said. “I think I have a fun idea, though. Should get them to send more fun toys to play with.” She said. The mist started to swirl around both women as they staggered to their feet.

“You- you won’t get-” Ahsoka started, but was soon robbed of speech as the transformation began again.

This time it was happening to the both of them at once, not giving either a moment to react to the other’s change. Ahsoka and Riyo, now porn-vid caricatures of each other, saw their point of view suddenly drop. They lost the vast majority of their height in a matter of seconds, shrinking to at most 20 centimeters tall. Riyo tried to speak, to continue negotiations, but her mouth was stiff and solid. What was she doing to them, making them this small?

They could hardly move as it was, and the problem was soon exacerbated. The pair felt a strange coolness, starting at the toes and working it’s way up their bodies, bit by bit. Ahsoka’s jedi training gave her a deep awareness of her whole body, and the concerning thing was that awareness was telling her that her body wasn’t really hers anymore. Even moreso than being turned into Riyo had - wherever that coolness spread she felt stiff and strange.

It was soon apparent as it spread what it was; wherever it touched turned to plastic, their insides going hollow as they became more and more solid plastic. As they changed, their bodies were pulled into new poses. Riyo found herself looking over her shoulder in a pose emphasizing her bust and bottom that would normally have been painful to maintain. Ahsoka’s posture shifted so she was giving an onlooker a delightful view of her ample cleavage, a teasing grin on her lips as she hiked up her skirt in a tease at what might be beneath. This came as the change progressed faster and faster, quickly freezing them in that position as their entire lower halves became solid plastic.

The change began to climb, and as it did the two saw the witch looking down at them with a smile. “You’re turning out perfectly~!” she said with a cackle, and a sudden rush of feeling hit both at once. They could feel her gaze upon them, admiringly, looking over their every curve. And despite that they both hated what was being done to them, they felt a shock of pleasure from being looked at like that. It was so nice to be under such an admiring gaze… it almost distracted them from the continuing change.

Soon, the plastic crept up their faces, freezing lustful looks on them. Head tails and hair alike froze to solid plastic, as it washed over the last bits of them. Riyo and Ahsoka could still think, mostly, but as the magic withdrew they were completely unable to move or speak. They were nothing but figurines now, models of a perverted interpretation of themselves.

Ahsoka felt her body settle as the change was completed. She tried to move, but even if there hadn’t been magic involved it would have been futile - she was hollow plastic, she didn’t even have joints, let alone muscles to move them. She was stuck as a… very good looking figurine… the thought invaded her head unprompted as a response to the witch’s gaze. She was a very nice looking figurine. It felt good to look good, to have people notice that… she shut the thought off. She would just have to… meditate, until the force revealed a path to freedom. Yeah.

Riyo, on the other hand, had no such discipline - she was a senator, not a monk. She felt her mind being slowly overwhelmed by the pleasure of being admired. She enjoyed flaunting her body like this - it was made to show off and she was doing that well. The senator-turned figurine tried to stay focused, but as the witch bent over to pick her up, her touch sent even further shocks of pleasure through her mind.

The witch laughed, holding her new toys in the palms of her hands. “You turned out great, girls.” she said, sending more pleasurable feelings through the models. “And we got it all on video! I’m sure your chancellor will love to see that. Wouldn’t it be fun if you got more friends?”

She pulled out a datapad, looking at the recording of Ahsoka and Riyo’s ill fated visit. Oh, but she’d love watching that back later. “Hm. Maybe a video wouldn’t nail the point in…” She placed Ahsoka on a table, but brought Riyo over to a box in the corner. “Maybe if I send them a little proof with it…”

She stuffed a copy of the datapad and Riyo into the box, and would get it shipped off to Coruscant later. She’d have to move though - if they’d known her hiding place, who knew who else did. Still, she was sure they’d send some delightful new playthings after her once they got their senator back, especially if she still had her new favorite figurine...