Quiet panic was ensuing at the Rebel Alliance’s base on the ice planet Hoth as the Empire’s forces began to close in on their location.
 
Luke Skywalker was in his pilot’s uniform, ready to confront the danger head on alongside the Rebellion’s bravest fighter pilots.
 
Han was checking in with Chewbacca, attempting to repair the Millenium Falcon in case they needed to make a daring escape.
 
Former Princess Leia Organa, meanwhile, was trying not to get in anyone’s way as her fellow Rebel generals fumbled around ; both because of others’ commands and because of her 800-plus pound girth.
 
Yes, Leia had grown a little bit since she escaped the Death Star, thanks in part to her ceaseless hunger now being able to be pleased (if only for a short time, but beggars couldn’t be choosers), as she’d been given more than enough food to satisfy any hunger pangs she might have.
 
Since she’d been told (numerous times) not to swallow any of her fellow Rebel troops, she’d been quelling her hunger by swallowing soldier-grade protein bar after protein bar, the thick logs of dark jelly sliding whole down her throat as she waited to hear how the ground troops were faring against the Empire.
 
*BEEUURRP*
 
Of course, the decrease of live prey in her diet did cause her stomach to become rather upset, making her a bit more gassy than usual as she casually released a rather unladylike belch, assaulting the young Rebel recruit next to her with the hellish stench of melted protein bars and bubbling stomach acids currently rolling over in her massive gut.
 
“May I ask if that’s really necessary, General?”, asked the young recruit as she waved the heinous odor away from her face.
 
“It most certainly is!”, Leia replied.
“Do you talk to all women like that?”
 
Leia put her hand to her head as the recruit stumbled to craft a response; sure, the young had been incredibly rude in not accommodating the obese general’s gluttonous hunger and slobbish tendencies, but Leia knew she was being a tiny bit harsh as well.
 
It IS hard to think on an empty stomach, after all.
 
“Look, I eat when I’m stressed, alright?”, Leia said with fingers to her temple in frustration.
“Now pipe down or I’ll make sure I eat you instead of one of these protein bars next.”
 
At that, the trooper walked away, leaving another one of the Rebellion’s younger recruits by her side alongside a confused Han, looking through papers in his hands to try and fix the Falcon as fast as possible.
 
“Is she ALWAYS like that?”, the young recruit asked the seasoned pilot.
 
“You don’t know the half of it, kid...”, Han whispered back.
 
“What was that?!”, Leia barked at the two.
 
“She said it!”, Han said, hurriedly pointing to the cadet before skittishly running back to the Falcon in the hangar.
 
“What?! Captain Solo!”, the young recruit yelled after Han before turning back to face a now disgruntled-looking Leia.
“Heh he... I didn’t mean to insult a superior officer, General Organa!”
 
“I see...”, Leia replied, eyeing the much thinner girl up and down.
“You won’t do it again?”
 
“Never again, General!”, the scout replied back with a salute.
 
“Good.”, Leia said, smiling as she put her hand on the young recruit’s shoulder, only to quickly grab the other and shove the pretty blonde’s head directly into her mouth. The girl kicked and fought from her position, her muffled screams only increasing as she was lifted up into the air and pushed down the throat of the gluttonous Leia Organa. Of course, the whole process didn’t take long; even though she had been cutting back on her predatory diet ever since establishing the Hoth base, Leia still made the occasional snack out of recruits new and old when people weren’t looking just to make sure she never lost the habit.
 
The other Rebel leaders could do nothing but watch as the whole process of swallowing the young trooper girl took only a matter of seconds; the wise ones just went back to more pressing matters as Leia ran hand across her swollen gut.
 
“You can start your practice NOW!”, Leia said to the recruit in her stomach, ending her sentence with a raucous-
 
*BUUOORRP*
 
-a sign that digestion was already beginning to start.
 
Rest assured, her prey wouldn’t last long, but that only meant that she’d be hungry again that much quicker.
 
“Well, come on!”, Leia yelled to any still watching her.
“Let’s get to work! We’ve got men that need saving out there!”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Cut to a few hours later, and things weren’t looking good.
 
The Empire had brought far more troops than Leia and her fellow Rebel commanders were expecting, prompting the base to begin evacuation procedures even as soldiers were still out on the field; even with all the chaos going on, Leia and Han were still trying their best to give orders to any remaining crew.
 
“Divert all firepower to those walkers!”, Han yelled over the shoulder of a random technician, hoping to delay the Rebels’ inevitable defeat.
 
“We don’t have time.”, Leia quickly said to Han.
“Order a complete evacuation of the base, and I’ll meet you both at the transport.”
 
At that, she ran off, every pound of her figure wobbling like mad as she did so.
 
“Where do you think you’re going?!”, Han yelled to Leia as she left, prompting him to ask his droid companion C-3PO after he didn’t get an answer.
“Where is she going?”
 
“I’m not sure...”, the golden droid replied.
“Perhaps some royal business!”
 
In truth, Leia had rushed away to grab a file that she’d left on the other side of the base, which would’ve been much easier to get had she not been IMMENSELY hungry right now.
 
By now the recruit she had swallowed earlier had already been ground to mush inside of her, her gluttonous stomach making quick work of the Rebel soldier as she quickly turned from a relatively pretty young blonde woman into pounds of unidentifiable, bone-ridden sludge in less than an hour. All the stress she’d been under had made her insides work incredibly fast, so much so that she was now left STARVING for food of any kind-
 
She stopped. Footsteps were coming down the hallway. She knew that her troops would’ve been evacuating by now, which meant only one thing...
 
Leia quickly hiked up her pants (as all the running had nearly made her fat ass bounce out of said pants) and dashed behind a pile of crates.
 
Sure enough, three Imperial snow troopers, clad in their all-white rubber suits and wielding their Empire-grade pistols, marched down the corridor as they traded banter between each other.
 
“Have they found any commanding officers yet?”, one of the troopers said to the others.
 
“Not yet.”, said the one in the middle.
“They haven’t found the command room, but I don’t think it should take long.”
 
“Hey! Imagine if WE find them!”, the third one said with a nudge of the shoulder.
“Oh, I’d love to see the look on Veers’ face if we’re the ones who bring them in!”
 
“Pfft! As if!”, said the first.
 
“Hey, it could happen!”, said the third before being stopped by their superior.
 
“Ssh! Quiet!”, he said.
“You hear that?”
 
All four people stood in silence for a moment, trying to pinpoint a strange groaning sound that seemed to come from somewhere close by; of course, it didn’t take Leia long to figure out that it was her own stomach gurgling and groaning, BEGGING her to just stop thinking and EAT these fools already!
 
“Alright...”, Leia whispered to herself.
“Here goes nothing!”
 
Before the troopers could prepare themselves, Leia attacked, pouncing upon all three and pinning them against the opposite side of the hall with her gut.
 
Her massive, doughy, HUNGRY gut.
 
Leia gave the stunned troops a knowing smirk before digging in, grabbing one by the neck and shoving them down her throat as she held the other two against the wall. The taste of their armor, surprisingly enough, was rather earthy and rustic, but that didn’t matter.
 
What mattered was that her stomach was EMPTY, and that only people were big enough to fill it, if only temporarily.
 
Well, at least THESE people were, unlike that girl from before.
 
Two troopers down her gullet and Leia looked at the last one, still trapped underneath her now-taught gut as it shook and made plenty of noise as the two troops inside it protested their capture.
 
“You know...”, she said to the shaking trooper as she ran her finger across the edge of her rather revealing winter top.
“I think I’ve got a BETTER place for you...”
 
At that, Leia reached behind the trooper’s head and stuffed their face into her cleavage...
 
And kept going.
 
Soon the trooper’s entire head disappeared between Leia’s massive melons, the obese woman now releasing her prey from against the wall as they were lifted up and subsequently lowered in-between her breasts. Deeper and deeper they went until, finally, the troopers white boots disappeared between the princess’ now vast expanse of cleavage, greeting Leia with the slightest tingle of cold from the snow on their feet as she fell back on her well-padded behind and accidentally knocked loose a raucous-
 
*BUUOOORRP*
 
-from between her lips.
 
Now finished with her meal, Leia took a moment to examine her ill-gotten gains.
 
Of course, the first thing she examined was her chest, which had increased in size notably from the addition of the soldier; that sorta thing tended to happen when she made someone into literally nothing but boob fat and breast milk, the former and the latter beginning to soak the front of her shirt as
 
“Not bad growth, but I’ve had better...”, Leia said as she ran her hand across her massive breasts, ending her touch with a gentle squeeze of her nipple, cooing a bit as she felt the warm breast milk become ice cold as it ran down her shirt. She’d drink this stuff if she could (she LOVED the warm feeling her own milk gave her as it flowed down her throat by the gallon), but she had other, more pressing matters to attend to: the rest of her body.
 
Next, Leia felt up her stomach, which felt noticeably softer than it had only moments prior; with both hands, the greedy girl shook her massive gut, a smile creeping into her face as she felt the nearly-melted remains of her prey sloshing about inside amongst a stew of their own flesh and bone. That trooper she absorbed into her cleavage must’ve gotten her much more heated than usual; it would’ve taken her at least an hour to whittle away at armor like her food possessed, and yet here they were, nothing but another helping of meat-packed sludge to fatten her frame.
 
Finally, the gluttonous pred felt up her rear, her pants tighter than ever (and even bursting at the seams in a few places.) As much as she loved her fat ass, surrounded by her nearly four-foot-wide hips and supported by thighs nearly thicker than tree trunks, she wished that it’d get bigger, but hey, she guessed that’d give her an excuse to swallow more people, so it didn’t matter too much.
 
Leia could’ve ogled her own body for hours if she wanted to (her mind did tend to get lost in the hundreds of pounds she supported on her frame often); however, her moment of pleasure was given somewhat of a rude awakening as Han called her on her personal communicator.
 
“Leia?”, Han asked.
“Hey, Leia?! You there?”
 
The gluttonous predator held the communicator in her hand, making sure to release a loud-
 
*UURRP*
 
-from her system before turning it on; wouldn’t want to give Han ANOTHER reason to call her a pig (not that she minded that much.)
 
“Loud and clear.”, she replied.
 
“Good.”, Han said back.
“Our path to the transport got blocked off; Threepio and I will meet you back at the Falcon!”
 
“I’ll meet you there.”, Leia replied, struggling to get back up on her feet as Han decided to make a quick jest.
 
“And, uh, try not to get stuck in any doors on your way over, sweet cheeks!”
 
“I SAID I’ll be there!”, Leia barked back over the communicator, damn near smashing it to pieces in her fist before running off to catch up.
 
“Don’t you think you’re flirting with danger a bit by mentioning the Princess’ weight, Captain Solo?”, C-3PO asked the grizzled pilot.
 
“What?!”, Han replied in a confused tone before saving face.
“C’mon, you know she loves me!”
 
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
Things were getting rather hairy as the Empire had stormed its way into the base Han had to admit, the sight of seeing the morbidly obese woman running towards him, as she occasionally fired back at enemy troopers, was one of the strangest fascinations he had with women.
 
Not that he’d share that with Leia, of course.
 
“Where’ve YOU been?”, Han asked loudly.
 
“Royal business.”, Leia quickly replied as she ran past Han into the ship.
 
“I hate it when that droid is right...”, Han grumbled to himself as he hurried after Leia, closing the door behind him.
 
Always being ready to make haste out of a situation, Han sped past the obese woman to the cockpit, where Chewbacca was already in his co-pilot’s seat preparing the ship for takeoff.
 
“Nope!”, Han yelled as he squeezed past Leia and pushed her aside as he made his way to his chair.
“Not in the cockpit!”
 
“And why not?”, the shorter woman asked with her hands on her hips.
 
“Need some space to think in here; ain’t that right, Chewie?”, Han said, to which Chewbacca affectionately nodded his head and roared.
“Besides, I don’t want you getting irate and eating your only way out. Now get in the back and buckle up; it’s gonna be one hell of a ride getting us outta here.”
 
With a huff, Leia crossed her arms and made her way out of the cockpit, looking to find another place to sit before hearing someone talking, only it wasn’t coming from the cockpit.
 
It was coming from beneath her.
 
Two Imperial soldiers, a female officer and a standard snow trooper, sat in a compartment beneath her; with the trooper fixated on tuning their blaster and the officer talking to someone over a transmitter, both were too distracted to notice Leia standing right over them.
 
“S3-6, do you hear me?!”, a voice yelled over
“You do NOT have explicit permission to board fleeing enemy vessels; you and any personnel under your supervision are to return to your previous boarding position imme-“
 
“We’ve gotten on board the Millenium Falcon.”, the trooper whispered as best she could, interrupting her commanding officer.
 
“Proceed.”, replied the voice before the communicator was switched off by the officer and placed at her hip.
 
Leia figured there wasn’t much time for any final words (considering they were still holding their blasters) so, without the two troops noticing, the fat princess simply turned around and sat down, shoving her two unfortunate victims up her ass nearly to their elbows.
 
“Ooh, I need to do this more often!”, Leia said with a smile, reeling her head back in pleasure as another clench of her powerful insides pushed the two deeper inside of her.
 
Despite her feelings towards breast vore, THIS had to be the most pleasurable way of eating her prey. Sure, she couldn’t taste them (obviously), but the feeling of being rammed by a whole other person up her ass felt like pure heaven every time she did it.
 
The only thing stopping her from doing it more often WAS the pleasure, of course; even now, as her friends helped her make a daring escape from near-certain death, the obese princess practically neared climax as the two were up to their ankles in the gluttonous predator.
 
Despite how much she was she enjoying it, she still managed to inhale the two completely before she was able to finish pleasuring herself, slowly bringing her back to reality as she felt the imperial troops snaking through her intestines towards her hellish furnace of a stomach.
 
Two people at once was a pretty average meal for her; not too big, not too small, but just the right size to keep her stomach satisfied for more than a couple hours.
 
FOUR people in her stomach at ONCE was certainly one of the largest meals she’d had in recent years.
 
Not her biggest (not by a long shot), but it was up there.
 
“God, this feels good.”, Leia said as she cradled her swollen stomach, letting out a satisfying-
 
*BEUURRP*
 
-before continuing to ogle her own food.
“I need to eat bigger more often.”
 
Feeling the weight of the four people in her stomach gave the princess a fantastic idea, however; one that was certain to continue the pleasure she’d gotten from taking the last two up her ass.
 
Slowly but surely, Leia began to thrust her hips into her own stomach, the writhing mass of people within it serving as the perfect thing to rub her sensitive private area against. The princess moaned and grabbed her breast as she did so, reveling in this time she got to share between herself, her immense hunger...
 
“Am I hearing something, Princess?”, Han called behind him.
“I better not be hearing any SASS back there!”
 
And Han.
 
“N- Nothing!”, Leia yelled back, immediately stopping her masturbation and sitting back on the floor.
“Just- *YAWN* -just get us out of here...”
 
As the ship took off, dodging laser fire from all sides as it made its way out of the conquered Rebel base, Leia took it upon herself to get some rest. All this eating and sex had made her incredible tired, so the massive woman quickly dozed off, dreaming of prey gurgling away in her stomach as was happening right now. Soon, her prey would be gone, leaving behind nothing but fat in her figure and even more space to greet others with the same broiling fate.
 
Such a marvelous life, she thought.
 
She wondered how it could possibly get any more interesting from here...