The Gain of Skywalker

Chapter 1 - the feast awakens

“See me. See me. See me.”

Rey let out a grunt of frustration as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. The Jedi that had come before her would not speak to her no matter how hard she tried.

“I am not strong enough,” Rey muttered solemnly, “I never will be.”

“You will be. Just be patient, Rey.” General Leia Organa had been Rey’s master for the past few months and had trained Rey in the ways of the force.

“Yes, master.”

“Keep at it, Rey. Now go, take a break. Maybe grab something to eat. A salad perhaps.” At that last remark, Leia gave a quick glance at Rey’s stomach.

Rey had dedicated all of her time to two things. One of those was training: she was determined to become powerful enough to finally overcome Kylo Ren and bring order back to the devastated galaxy. The second was not galaxy-saving. Rey had developed a rather unhealthy eating habit. She would eat far more than anyone of her size should eat. In fact, she easily ate enough for four, maybe five, people. And as the days passed, unfortunately for her midriff, the eating outweighed the training more and more. She would train for a few hours then immediately gorge herself with food until she could hardly stand. As a result of this new habit of hers, she had unsurprisingly put on a ‘few’ pounds. A few is what Rey would refer to it as but in reality, her gain was currently at 30 pounds, putting her at 150 pounds.

Her stomach had a small layer of fat on it and stuck out about two inches further then what it once did on her previously fit core. Her breasts, which used to be relatively small, had jumped up a cup size resulting in a small amount of cleavage being displayed. Her ass was less tight and had inflated a small amount. The rest of her body was relatively unaffected but it was unlikely to stay that way with Rey’s eating habits showing no signs of stopping.

Rey was aware of her recent gain (how could she not be?) but did little about it. It had started from stress eating as she had so much pressure to become the Resistance’s greatest warrior and leader. However, it continued for other reasons.

Unknown to everyone else was that Rey actually liked her new body. Each night she would examine her body for any more changes, excited at the idea that she might be even bigger than she was in the morning. Whenever she thought of herself as chubby, or even fat, she grew aroused and the thought of other people thinking she was fat turned her on even more. If she wasn’t distracted by training and the war, she might take this particular interest more seriously. But for now, she was using her free time to satisfy her stomach and mind, and the results showed.

Leia and the others definitely noticed but they didn’t want to embarrass Rey in front of others. One common thought among her allies was that the day may come where she would be too fat to fight. Certainly, if she didn’t have the force, that day would come very soon at her current rate of gain. Some pilots had even made bets with one another about which would come first: Rey burst out of her clothes or she finally decided to get more fitting clothes. No one understood why Rey refused to get bigger clothes; no one but Rey. Rey kept with her increasingly tight robes as she loved seeing her body fill the clothes out more and more and the idea that she might eventually burst out of them made her incredibly horny.

“A salad? Sure.” Rey said this with obvious uncertainty but Leia did not pursue further. Leia worried about the girl, thinking that she was gaining weight purely due to stress. As a result, she had been easier with Rey, and hadn’t pushed her as hard. This was a huge mistake as it meant Rey’s one form of exercise burnt even less calories, helping Rey gain even faster.

With training finished, Rey made her way to the canteen.

As she walked there, she could feel her stomach jiggle slightly and her boobs wobble. She wondered for a second if her gain was a mistake, if it was harming both her and the Resistance. However, one glance at her tight robes hugging her stomach pushed that thought into the corner of her mind. ‘Who cares if it’s bad?’ Rey thought to herself, ‘it just feels so damn good!’

“Oh, hey Rey, how are you feeling?”

“Hey Tark. One word- hungry.” As she said that, she patted her stomach.

“Let’s do something about that then, shall we? I’ve prepared something special for you. I’ll bring it right out.” Rey excitedly thought about what treat he was bringing out this time. Tark had been Rey’s go to for getting food. No one else could get her as much as she wanted and he was always willing to do so. Very willing.

Sure, Rey caught him glancing at her boobs and belly a few times, but Rey was fine with this. She saw it as a trade. Tark supplied her with the food and Rey let Tark see what his food was doing to her. Besides, why should she be the only one enjoying her new figure? In fact, the idea that someone liked the new her aroused her.

‘So much for the salad,’ Rey thought. She was definitely not unhappy about this.

And then Tark came out and Rey’s jaw dropped. The special meal that Tark had prepared could easily serve ten people, if not more. At first, she thought about refusing the meal. This would be the first step towards a serious weight gain. A weight gain that, if she wasn’t careful, would consume her. But her arousal got the better of her. The thought of her expanding to a size she had never been. Realizing that there was no way she was going to refuse this meal, she glanced down at her small belly. It went over her waistline slightly but she knew that was going to change soon enough.