Leia's pampered royal lifestyle means she's having trouble keeping healthy. However, being a noble on Alderaan and a senator in the Galactic Empire while secretly being a rebel sympathiser can cause stress.
It's easy to find excuses, especially when you're royalty.
So Leia has been eating more. Her weight has been steadily increasing recently, and it's starting to worry her a little as her belly starts to get more shapeless and flabby, straining her clothing. At the same time, she attends a banquette among other aristocrats on Alderaan and some imperial officers in attendance.
She can feel the stares of her fellow nobles and imperial officers at her gut and bosom, which have increased in size quite a bit since she fell into bad habits, and her face heats up as she sips from her goblet of Alderaanian wine.
"Princess Organa, is that you?" a voice says behind her.
Leia turned and saw a tall, muscular teen her age; he was disguised as an officer with a cap hiding his blue hair as he walked over to her.
"Ezra Bridger? What are you doing here?" she whispers to him.
" I'm infiltrating to find and subdue a man to the rebellion." He says to her,
"Ok, how can I help you?" she asks, "please call me Leia; there's no need to be formal; I'm your ally."
"Alright then, Leia, can you please excuse me and let me talk to you about it? It's rather important,"
Leia nods, "Very well then, but remember to keep your voice down, Ezra,"
Ezra nods and walks with Leia as they find a quiet, secluded spot away from the party to talk.
"Ok, so this man is one of the leaders of the empire and has some dangerous secrets, I can't explain much more, but the fact is that the empire wants him dead for reasons not known to anyone else but a few higher-ups in the Imperial ranks,"
"You want me to help you capture him so you can bring him in for interrogation? Are you sure you want me to do it?" She asks him.
"No, I just want to know where he is; the sensors might detect any scanning of the area," Ezra says.
"Ok, well, I'll see what I can do," Leia says to him,
Ezra nods, "Thanks, by the way, you look good, Princess," he says, walking off.
"What did he say?" Leia asks herself, confused.
The party is still going on as Leia goes to the food table. She's hungry, and the wine has made her feel tipsy as she gorged on delicious food. Her potbelly had blossomed into a full-blown gut, bloated and drooping over her widening waste, with love handles surrounding her widening flanks. Purple stretch marks adorned her body as the body failed to produce skin cells in time for her sudden expansion. Her toned form had long ago vanished under layers and layers of fat; even her legs had started to swell with adipose, and her arms were drooping with blubber that swallowed up her musculature. Even her smooth, well-defined face had grown a pair of jowls and cheeks to round it out.
The other nobles had started to notice her expanded bulk. She had always been chubby, but here she was, just fat now. They couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the princess who had been a model of beauty. The looks of lust and disgust were unbearable, and Leia went straight to her room.
Leia was a slave to her food now; she ate whenever she wanted, and her belly was bloated like a pregnant woman's.
She didn't care if anyone noticed anymore; her shame was over.
She had been lying on the bed for hours, stuffing her face with whatever she could find. The more she ate, the better it tasted, and she couldn't get enough.
She was already giant, but her appetite grew by the second.
Finally, Leia felt sick and went to the refresher.
She could barely move her swollen body. Her flabby, loose skin was covered in cramps, and her belly had started to touch her thighs.
It was so painful, but it felt so good, too.
The sight of her belly distended from her waist, and her massive flanks wobbled in the air. She looked like a balloon.
She had a pair of massive, round thighs that stretched her leggings to their limit, and her flabby, wobbling butt was the size of a beach ball.
Leia moaned as she reached down to her clit, and began to rub it, stimulating herself with her vast, wobbly flanks wobbling around her.
"Oh, yes, yes!" She cried as she came, squirting all over the floor.
"A-Are you ok?"
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