It wasn't long till Anakin believed that staying on Ryloth was a good thing. The Jedi Order had always preached restraint and to control one's emotions and not to let them rule over one. But the serum that he had been given was too strong. His willpower was eroding away into given into his primal urges. He wanted to get fat. He wanted his body to spill out of his Jedi robes, the through made Anakin instantly hard. What were so good about Jedi teachings if they couldn't make you happy after all. Being fat made Anakin happy. He began to eat more of the strange food that was put out for him while feeling his newfound belly, he wanted to stay here, he might be a prisoner but he was being treated like a king, something that the Jedi order could never do for him. He hoped that the Jedi order would never find him here. As Anakin began to gorge himself with more food to his heart's content.
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