Option 3: Shameless, Knocked-Up Sluts

"So, Senator," the female anchor for Republica News Network's late-night broadcast, asked, leaning forward in her chair, "was there any event in particular that prompted this... change of lifestyle?" Opposite her, Padme Amidala held up a finger, wordlessly asking for a moment as her other hand began dragging the massive, veiny dildo she was holding in her other hand out of her throat. With an obscene, wet POP and a small flood of drool that spilled out all over her expansive cleavage, the Senator for Naboo released the last of the toy's sixteen wrist-thick inches and set its weighted base down on the table between them.

"Nothing singular, but a woman with as... close a relationship to the Jedi Order as mine," she winked, making it clear that it wasn't just a professional relationship being discussed, "quickly finds herself surrounded by gorgeous, curvy babes and buff, hung studs. With eye candy like that, day-in and day-out, it's more of a wonder that I didn't embrace the cumdump lifestyle sooner." She rubbed her massively-swollen belly to emphasise her point, the signs of her quintuplet pregnancy already clear in her tight, plunge-neck dress. "In fact," she continued, noticing how the anchor couldn't stop her gaze wandering downwards, "I don't think I could have put off getting knocked up at all if any of them had been pregnant. Just last week, three of my senatorial staff confessed that seeing me around the office had inspired them to quit and become bareback-only Undercity whores."

The anchor nodded dazedly, fidgeting slightly in her seat. "I-I see," she murmured, rubbing her thighs together, "that sounds..."

"Fucking hot, right? I told them not to bother going to the Undercity," Padme replied, hooking a finger under one side of her dress's neckline and tugging it open to expose a hint of one of her areolae, "there's always room for more sluts in the Senate building after all." The anchor made a soft whimper of agreement, although it wasn't entirely clear which of Padme's points she was agreeing with. "You've got a hot body and lots of practice in front of a camera," Padme remarked breezily, "ever thought about doing porn on the side?"

The anchor responded with a frantic moan. "Oh, fuck," she groaned, pulling up the hem of her skirt with one hand and slipping the other into her panties, "that sounds great!"

Padme responded by standing up, knocking the table aside in the process and pulling the front of her dress open to expose her pregnancy-swollen, impossibly-perky P-cup breasts. The audience was treated to the start of RNN's shift towards a combination of news and live pornography, as the anchor began to motorboat Padme's massive mammaries live on air. And, across the galaxy, trillions of others were enjoying the Jedi Order's... change of lifestyle.

Barriss shrieked as her empty cunt gushed, spraying the man in front of her with her juices. "More," she screamed, " gimme more! I need another cock in my ass!" Obediently, one of the men who'd paid - and passed the size check - for a part in the gangbang stepped up and jammed himself alongside the two cocks already stretching the pregnant anal addict's rear hole. The pair of camera droids hovering around them shifted position, one to give a better view of Barriss' gaping asshole and the other to catch the moment her eyes rolled back and she launched into another string of orgasms.

Lights strobed and speakers pounded as Aayla shook her ass for the cameras. Her tits bounced slightly, even constrained by the tight metal of the **** bikini she wore; while her huge, perfectly-formed globes clapped and smacked together with every buck of her hips. Her face, not that anyone could see it, was a mask of pure serenity. This was where she belonged, both as a Jedi and a Twi'lek broodmare, bringing pleasure and helping the galaxy. And, as the stream of her twerk show rolled on and the donations continued to roll in, she let her conscious thoughts fade into pure instinct and the guidance of the ****.

Shaak Ti moaned as she finished slurping down the latest load of cum to flood her mouth and released its source, the clone's long, girthy cock disappearing back into the hole in front of her before one of his brothers took his place. As she leaned forward to wrap her lips around this one, her eyes flicked left and right, admiring the equally-gravid, equally-naked forms of Anyssa Skywalker and Obina Kenobi on either side of her. She was surprised at how readily Anyssa had accepted gloryhole duty, in all honesty; she'd expected the young Knight to be more resistant to the idea of sucking cock all day when there was fighting to be done, but apparently even she wasn't willing to throw herself into battle so close to the birth of her children. Or the first set of them, anyway.

Where to go from here?

Option 1: Follow Padme and her Handmaidens, promoting the slut lifestyle to the galaxy's elite.

Option 2: Follow Barriss, or one of her fellow Jedi, as she whores herself out for the political and economic favours that the Order and the army need.

Option 3: Follow Aayla, or one of her fellow Jedi, as she rakes in donations for the war effort with pornographic livestreams.

Option 4: Follow one of the Jedi accompanying the Grand Army of the Republic, boosting troop morale and - when not impeded by pregnancy - carrying out high-priority missions.

Option X: Something else! I'm not omniscient, so feel free to make your own suggestions or add caveats to an existing one.