#yes thats an actual blaster in star wars look it up

[jedis-posts]

I find Luke's choice to allow blasters as suitable weapons for his fellow Jedi funny, I can't help but think about how he's essentially if a wild west cowboy got thrown back to the middle ages to become a knight, like "Oh dont get me wrong, this fancy lightsaber ought to do some damage, but, is your dark side strong enough for you Sith Lord fellas to tank a 6-2Aug2 laser hunting rifle shot?"

[jessiebanethedragon]

Can we get a fic where the bad batch is on a mission and they find a SUPER shy 16 year old girl (the reader) who lost her parents in the war. The men take the reader with them and take care of her. But they don’t know that the reader has been trained in advanced martial arts her entire life and they find this out when the reader takes out a bunch of droids by herself. The bad batch take the reader in as their little sister in the end.

kinda long, i hope thats okay, and as always i really hope you enjoy it! 

You’re found underneath a mountain made of rumble, mud, water and ash. The Bad Batch takes hours moving debris for Wrecker to pull you out of a still smoking room that was once your family's apartment. 

Your people were an interesting folk, training their young in intense forms of defensive combat. You could speak more languages than you could count on your fingers, and years of being taught anything and everything, one could consider you to be a perfect soldier. Except for the fact that your people dedicated themselves to the natural wonders of the universe and were neutral in every notable war the republic had ever seen. 

The separatists did not see it that way. 

“What do we do with it?” Crosshair asked when they returned to the camp, you haven't said a word. And clone force 99 was starting to wonder if you even spoke basic. So far you had only moved when necessary and they only realized you were even human once the dust, mud and blood had been cleared from your face. 

“I think the ‘it’ is actually a ‘she’.” Tech corrects side-eyeing you from where you sit close to their fire. 

“What are we going to do with she?” Crosshair repeated, annoyed. But enjoying the mumbling from his brother about ‘grammatical insolence.’ Wrecker and Tech both shrugged as Hunter sighed and took a plate of rations over to you. 

“Hey, you need to eat.” He said pushing the plate towards you, watching as you watched the plate, but made no move towards it. 

“Can you tell me your name?” Hunter asked, trying his hardest to sound not like a hardened military sergeant. He sees your lips move but can barely make out the sound that travels past them. “Can you just be a bit louder maybe?” He asks for the first time ever, given his enhanced hearing. He catches your name as it wisps by him, repeating it to make sure he’s got it right.  

“Do you have anyone? Anyone off-world or that might still be…” He stops himself before the word ‘alive’. And you shake your head ‘no’ anyways. It’s only after Hunter gets up to leave that you slowly reach for the plate of food. 

“She has to come with us.” Hunter relays to the group, who are keeping their distance from the shy young girl they’ve found. Each member nods, none of them seem to know what to do with you, but they know you’re safest with the Bad Batch. 

It takes weeks before any of them hear your voice, your real voice. So far you’ve stuck to mumbles, nods and hand gestures. No one seems to mind, except for when you make Wrecker jump out of his skin when you seemingly appear out of nowhere. 

“Crosshair you di'kut!” Tech shouts one morning running into the main area of the Havoc Marauder. Everyone has to suppress a chuckle at the sound of Huttese coming from his helmet. “How in the kriff am I supposed to fix this?” Tech throws his hands in the air, slamming his bucket on the table. 

“Would you like me to fix it?” You offer from your corner of the ship. Stunning everyone into silence. “I am fluent in huttese.” You explain reaching for Tech's helmet, and matching holopad. No one says anything as you tap a few things and place it back down. 

“Thank you, mirdala.” Tech says in awe. Opting to compliment you in mando’a rather than basic as to not make you uncomfortable. 

“I also speak mando’a.” You add, looking at him with a smile. 

“Kandosii'la!” He exclaims happily, “nice to finally have some more brains around here.” Tech smiles at you while his brothers come over the shock of hearing your voice properly for the first time. 

After that morning things begin to shift a little bit. The batch takes to calling you mirdala as a nickname and constant compliment. (And to try and get you out of the sarlacc pit of shyness you live in.) And you slowly start to chat rather than just talk with the men you find yourself in the company of. Yet you still don’t talk about your home at all, eventually they stop asking. Until one day Hunter presses a small blaster into your hands while the five of you are standing on the ramp of the marauder. 

“Just a precaution, this place shouldn't be  dangerous. But I'd rather you have it and not need it then need it and not have it.” He tells you, and places a hand on your shoulder. “Know how to use it?” You nod, flipping it around in your hand, it’s foreign and familiar all at once. The click of the safety sounds a bit janky and the hilt is slightly off kilter. Hunter watches you inspect the blaster with the precision of a GAR clone. 

“Thank you.” You say to him, tucking it away, and following the group off the ramp and into the market. 

It takes all of one half of an hour for all hell to break loose. One battalion of droids verses one bad batch’s Wrecker didn’t exactly go well, the two of you attacked from behind unsuspectingly leading him into throwing you onto the nearest roof and going through the droids one by one. You hear the whir of commando droids before you see them and take off, launching yourself onto the next roof as blaster bolts rush by. Running through the second market that rests on the rooftops of the one below you dash between stalls, people and droids as you scramble away. One last jump into what you think is the side of a building but is actually air covered by a mass of cloth sends you into the  ground below winding you. 

“Mirdala!” Crosshair shouts in surprise as you seem to literally fall from the sky above him. This brief distraction allows for a droid to take a shot at him and you know he’s too preoccupied to save you. 

That's fine, you don’t need saying anyways. 

Falling into a fighting stance is so familiar to your muscles, you could close your eyes and you’d be back in your training centre. It feels so real you can almost smell it. Elbows and feet fly, echoes of advice ring in your ears. ‘Your elbows carry power, your feet are the most important weapons, stance is everything.” At this point the blaster is basically useless, you’re the weapon Hunter wished you didn’t need. And so when Crosshair barrels into you, throwing the two of you behind a crate as a detonator goes off, you both face plant into the ground. 

“You okay Mirdala?” Tech asks pulling you off the ground, dusting your shoulders off.  

“Where is everyone?” You ask worriedly looking around for everyone, once you see Hunter, Wrecker and Crosshair near you, you begin to calm down. Wrecker comes over to you looking far too happy for a man who was just in battle. 

“That was amazing Mirdala! Shoulda seen ‘er Sarge!” He says nudging Hunter harshly. You can’t help but blush as Wrecker rentals how you flew from building to building. Letting Crosshair summarize your skills with ‘she fights well.’ (Before taking over and gushing about you again.)

You’re sitting outside as the sunsets, being alone is preferable right now. Today was, for lack of a better term, a lot. But of course, naturally, the Batch joins you. 

“You ever gunna open up to us mirdala?” Hunter bluntly asks, looking scared and worried. You nod but stop yourself, pushing the shyness for a verbal answer. 

“Yes, just not used to it.” it's a short answer, much shorter than it should be. But it’s a small win and Hunter is happy for it. 

“I researched your home world, were you going to tell us about your skills?” Tech asks, eyes meeting yours. 

“I thought it was normal.” You explain, looking around for others before sighing. “I’ve never been off-world before, not even outside of my city. This is very unusual for me.” You say trying to explain that your people keep to themselves even where they're around those they trust. 

“What else can you do?” Wrecker chimes in, curious as ever. But adds “never mind” when Crosshair elbows him. 

“You’re trained like us...” The sniper says, catching the curves of a small smile beginning when he says this. “Vod’ika.” He adds slowly, careful to watch your face to make sure he didn't upset you.

“Come out of your shell vod’ika, our shell most certainly has room for one more.” Hunter says, looking not at you but at the setting suns of the planet. 

“I always wanted a little sister!” Wrecker encourages with an excited hop. You turn to Tech waiting for his take on the situation. 

“Makes logical sense.” He teases, putting his helmet over your head. “Fits well, looks good vod’ika.” The helmet doesn't fit at all, flopping from side to side as you look around. 

“Sounds good to me ori'vod.” you say with a lopsided smile on your face. As the suns finally start to  turn into stars. 

“Aliit ori'shya tal'din” Hunter says, prompting his brother to repeat it after him. 

“Family is more than blood.” You translate to basic stunning at the touching words. 

“Come lil’ sister. It’s kriffing cold out here.” Crosshair says getting up off the ground, Wrecker immediately scrambles to piggyback you to the ship. The five of you teasing each other and laughing all the way.

[padawanlost]

when has the force been able to heal? i dont remember any mention but then i forget that anakin was born from the force.. what can the force do/cant do? thats not how the force works! *han solo voice* actually idk how it works please enlighten me

The force has been used to heal people for a long time, the Jedi Order even had its own medical center filled with highly trained Jedi Healers. However, there were rules. Not everything could be heal, not everyone could do it and never magically healed anyone. Life-threatening injuries were still, you know, life-threatening injuries. And it took a lot of time and effort to heal them (when they *could* be healed).

Jedi were taught how basic healing skills, but only a handful of Jedi had the skill necessary to become Healers. It wasn’t something inherent to all force-sensitive either. Look at it as a medical professional, anyone can put a band-aid on but not everyone can perform a surgery. The Jedi that could heal wounds as easily as a doctor could, spent YEARS training to hone their skills as JEDI HEALERS. Everyone else knew the basic stuff that would help in battle but they weren’t trained enough to be considered actual healers. They could only heal stuff like some lightsaber/blaster wounds

And even wounds that *could* be healed weren’t magically so. Jedi Healers used tools like crystals to help channel the force to help the process, without this tools, the Jedi doing the healing could end up harming the patient or themselves (which is way most of the healing was done by the trained professionals). What the healers did was like help the body to heal faster, by fighting infections, locating internal injuries, being able to ‘feel’ what was happening with unconscious patients, etc. It didn’t work like magic, where they can point at you, wave their hands and suddenly all is help. For life-threatening wounds like lightsaber amputations, the patient was sent to the Jedi Healer Rooms and it usually took them quite a while to fully recover. Anakin was healed by the best Healer the Jedi Order had during the clone wars – Vokara Che, the Temple’s Chief Healer – and it still took him weeks before the was fully recovered.

Here’s a inner look into the force healing process (not from a trained professional):

Obi-Wan felt a surge of misgiving. He had no formal training, no healing crystal to call on. All he had was desperation and a certain affinity for this work. […]Restless, breathing harshly, Bohle tossed her head on the pillow, her pain like a wildfire. Obi-Wan pressed his palm against her cheek and gently, inexorably, imposed his will upon her. Hush, Bohle. Be at peace. Don’t fight me. Feel your daughter beside you. Feel her love. Let go of your terror. Let me in … let me in … With a familiar, warm rush he felt himself plunge deeper into the Force, felt its power flood through him. Never knowing exactly how he did what he did, he made himself a conduit and let its mysterious strength soak into the sick woman’s body. Dimly he heard Greti gasp as the Force stirred ever more strongly within her, instinct guiding her fledgling powers. A slow, deep shudder racked Bohle head to toe. […] He could feel the Force working through Bohle’s sick body, grappling with the rampant infection. And then he was gasping as an echo of her sickness sounded through him, as he became a conduit for her pain. Heat scorched his blood. A vise closed around his skull. His hand burst into a bright and blinding anguish. […] This was a fight as vicious as any battlefield encounter. The infection was his enemy, Bohle’s recovery his goal. Caught up in the struggle, he didn’t care what it cost him, didn’t care that it hurt him. He cared only to win. Fight with me, Bohle. Don’t give up. If only he were a true healer. To have that power now, to know he could undo this awful infection as effortlessly as he could deflect a volley of blaster bolts … Come on, Kenobi. Make her better. And then he felt it—the shift, the change in Bohle’s blood. It wasn’t a cure, not completely—but it was change enough to give her a fighting chance. Pulling himself free of the Force, he saw that Bohle lay still now, her chest rising and falling slowly and steadily. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

It nearly drained Obi-wan help a woman suffering from a generalized infection. This and healing injuries like “broken bones and split, spoiled muscle and some kind of growing pressure on the brain” almost killed him.

WATCHING OBI-WAN DRAG HIMSELF back to awareness, Anakin felt a rising fear. Only trained healers were supposed to work on injuries like Arrad’s, and they were meant to use special crystals so they could safely contain and focus their energy. Two experienced healers on the war’s front line had crippled themselves doing what his mentor was trying to do now. [Karen Miller. Star Wars: Clone Wars Gambit: Siege]

Yes, the force can be used to heal but not everything and not without consequences for person doing the healing.

[mandindjarin]

just found the time to add some comments to this. this fic is so creative, natural, and wonderful!! i look so forward to reading each chapter.

Gray shirt, form fitting black cargo pants, and sturdy brown boots...

(Your half-serious inquiry about skinny jeans and ballet flats had earned you a long, strange look.)

see also: my entire wardrobe… skinny jean queens

An exasperated sigh reaches your ears from the opposite end of the shop. Mando has spent the last forty-five minutes lurking in corners…

me, picturing din in a macy’s, ducking behind racks of clothing and fondling the shoe displays: seems about right

Goddamn it, you had forgotten deodorant.

ah yes, my most consistent & prevalent fear

“You don’t need to pay me back.”

shut up.

“Short debts make long friends,” you stubbornly insist.

HEY THATS THE TITLE. I DONT LIKE THAT

Another sigh. 

He seems to do that a lot around you.

definitely feeling like reader is written after op watched my friends & i interact

You’re not beyond making him pinky swear.

reader would introduce pinky swears to star wars. i am reader

This is all starting to feel so cliché you might as well kick back now and wait for the sex.

i am, with popcorn & everything. (this humor reader has is so effortless and natural i LOVE)

“Can I name it DSM-5?”

i laughed so loud at this that i woke my dogs up

“Besides, it already likes your wife.”

“No, it fucking adores his wife,” you declare.

Mando’s vocoder emits a strangled sound; you’ve either broken his brain or he’s choking on his own saliva, but if this is all a hallucination, then you want to invest your time goggling an Artoo unit, not upgrading your wardrobe.

(me, debating between a keysmash and attempting to be articulate):!!!!!!!!!

A long arm slides around your waist from behind and starts hauling you up.

who’s drool is that? who is drooling rn?

“You done?” he dryly inquires.

no.

You are yanked out of harm’s way, so hard that your shoulder nearly separates from its socket, but Mando steps into your fall before you stumble and seizes you with both arms. He pulls you in, swiftly wrapping his left hand and forearm around your head before pressing your cheek against his chest to shield your face.

You stand numbly in place, dazed.

“Give it a minute for the air to clear.”

i am again dumbfounded and lost for words. this lil snippet is SO much better in context. !!!!!!!! the note about the cloak too? ughhhh.

You’re safe.

*teary eyes, smiling*

But there, in that moment, sheltered in beskar and muscle and a warrior’s instinct honed over decades…

sometimes i forget the sheer amount of training & experience that din has

Shaking, you dig your fingers into the fabric on either side of Mando’s waist and don’t let go. The gloved hand clasping the back of your head starts to lift as your cheek finds the gap between his pauldron and cuirass; misery cuts through your chest at the loss of contact, but his palm resettles against your hair, and you gratefully press your face into his shoulder. You are no longer letting him hold you, you’re letting him hide you, consequences bedamned. You’ll be brave later.

this paragraph right here, doctor. this is why i admitted myself.

You hear the distinct click of a safety being switched off…

every time i read this action, regardless of what fic or how many times i’ve read the line, i am without fail reminded that i am mentally unwell.

“Turn your head,” he instructs, drawing his blaster.

Your face is still buried in his shoulder. Realizing what he wants you to do, you quickly press your cheek against his chest again as he claps his palm over your ear – and fires.

oh. my.

“You okay?”

nopenopenopenopenopeiamnotbadbutiamnotokay

Not thinking, you reach up to brush off the grit from his visor.

“Don’t,” he barks, jerking his head back.

oh shit oh fuck

Except it’s not, but you leave it be.

mood

“No.”

His voice disrupts your despondent train of thought, and you glance over at him, confused.

“No, I wasn’t telling you nutrition is an actual flavor.”

din djarin. master of small talk.

“You’ve got about thirty minutes left to take me somewhere I can fall apart.”

as u should!! breakdown queen!!!

Short Debts Make Long Friends - Chapter 5 - with a cameo appearance!

Arguing gradually starts to reach your ears beyond the confines of his cloak. Driver and passenger, presumably, hollering at Mando for being too slow in pulling you out of the line of fire. Mando is employing his usual approach to dealing with idiots and says nothing, but one of the voices is familiar, an angry timbre halfway between a snarl and sneeze.

“...He doesn’t like you!"

Is that...?

“I don't like you, either! You just watch yourself!”

It is!

You're too exhausted to take a peek, but you can easily picture a one-armed alien with furry muttonchops, standing beside his disfigured, porcine-nosed partner-in-crime. Both had clearly forgotten the lesson Ben Kenobi imparted upon them five years ago. 

“We’re wanted men! I have the death sentence on twelve systems!”

Mando calmly moves his arm from around your shoulders to rest his free hand on his blaster.

“I can take care of that problem.”

Short Debts Make Long Friends, Chapter 5: Droids Make Friends Forever, Right?

Fic summary: Stories of Mando and Reader. Or, an overeducated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure.

@nildespirandum @thesmartbiscuit @essence-stealer @mareebird @caffiend-queen @iwasbusybeingdead @zuruik @reileth @teehee-47 @eylime @scrumptious-finicky-illusion @tortor-mcgee

[road-kill-eater]

thoughts on tlj: 

-the portrayal of luke was very disappointing considering that i hold the OT very close to my heart, especially luke and leia. luke is, in those movies not just the hero but the embodiment of hope throughout the trilogy. he is not infallible, but the hope never dies. perhaps ppl would call that too one-dimensional, too simple, too naive and would say that having characters struggle between right and wrong is more realistic. star wars is unconcerned with realism & concerned with showing stories of optimism & hope, and also, characters can have those internal struggles & character arcs without considering the murder of their nephew. luke is the character who, through his undying optimism and downright idealism, inspired vader to do the right thing for once in his life. that luke the entirety of the OT spent creating would have, upon realizing his apprentice was being manipulated by a sith, immediately tried to bring back kylo to the light, and would have gone to fight snoke. 

luke did not give up on vader and he certainly would have never given up on his padawan. characters change, yes, but they do not change into their very antithesis without reason & it does not happen spontaneously. the killing of apprentices/young ppl in particular is something that, in the SW canon is closely connected to sith and especially to vader (cut to him trying to kill ahsoka in rebels). even the prequels knew that they actually had to commit time to showing anakins fall that lead him to such lows. the entire arc of luke being disillusioned with the jedi & with his own apparent failure could easily have been done without subverting the moral core of the character. i feel so fucking bad for mark hamill

-as many ppl have pointed out already, finns character arc could have been handled so much better. the first movie introduced him as a main character, the second demoted him to a side character & stripped him of his agency and while the character makes his own decisions over and over, every single other character denies his ability to do so. the anarchistic rebellion of the OT where characters like han solo are free to come and go as they please, is traded in for a militaristic cult so oppressive that it forces finn to help rey & the ‘resistance’ itself in complete secrecy for fear that it might tazer him. it cannot be forgotten that finn is a character stolen from his home as a child & forced to fight as a soldier with no body autonomy and constant threat of death should he act as an individual. his story should only ever be about him taking back his individuality and autonomy rather than being forced to trade one oppressive system for a less awful but still oppressive system. as we saw in the force awakens, finn can fight against the first order effectively on his own terms. 

thats not even mentioning the slap that he got from hux. in the OT such personal violence is reserved for the most dire & emotional situations and it is not done without good reason (most violence is done through lasers or force magic which is far less real and personal). there is no reason to introduce this trope into star wars just to hurt the characters of color 

-this leads into poe who is also slapped, and also stripped of his agency throughout the movie, and toyed around with by the leaders of the resistance (the purple haired lady) as they choose to omit details of their plan, seemingly just to torment him. everything that poe does is portrayed by the movie to end in failure, his own decisions are not valuable and are only a hindrance to the plan of the resistance leaders who should be given absolute faith despite all the evidence to the contrary. this movie quite literally tells us that poes individuality and creativity are not valuable. in the empire strikes back during the battle of hoth, both luke (tying the legs of the AT-AT) and han (disobeying the people in the rebellion telling him not to go out in a storm to look for luke) not only demonstrate their individuality and creativity but are shown to be successful but that these traits are in fact valuable to the rebellion itself. 

-i dont want to fucking talk about kylo ren. the movie gave him too much attention as it is

-leia survives the vacuum of space (which, even in star wars canon is shown to be deadly) and flies herself back to the ship with the force. in a new hope one of the first things leia did apart from insult fascists is grab a blaster and shoot stormtroopers. and this movie not only confirms force sensitive leia but doesnt have her kicking ass the whole time?? instead it has her as the lead of said militaristic cult and has her slap poe. great! 

-i do like rey, though i wish we’d been able to see her talk to another woman in the story maybe once instead of being stuck on depression island & being treated horribly by luke & manipulated by kylo. she also chose to try and redeem kylo before saving her friends who were in immediate danger so :/// (maybe if she used the force she could have realized they needed her so desperately. but uh, deus ex machina ‘rey and kylo have a connection through the force’ makes way more sense right) 

- snoke was like a completely different character it was hilarious. i like that the palpatine clone unapologetically died without any explanation for his existence other than to be used as an excuse for kylos cruelty. the guards in all red were pretty cool though 

-no hot cyborgs in the new trilogy STILL. star wars is built upon hot cyborgs. bye! im going to rewatch clone wars 

[chubby-dragon13]

The Missing Squad

Notes: This contains male weight gain if you don't like it just scroll passed it. No flames please. I don't own Star Wars.

 This is supposed to be an easy mission. All their supposed to do was find the Caviler squadron, who had gone missing on a mission on some backwater planet in the far outer rim. They hadn’t commed in a few days and now it was concerning. They weren't sure if there were hidden separatist that got them or they lost communications, but thats what the Wolfpack was here to see. Since this was a small mission only Wolffe, Sinker, Boost and Comet were going. It wasn’t going to take long with them on the job.

Getting to the planet was actually a lot longer then they thought it would which could explain the faulty communications theory and from their scanners and radars there weren’t any separatist around at all. Once the Wolfpack was in orbit they began to try to communicate with Caviler squads Captain.

“Captain Rose, come in Captain Rose, this is 104th battalion Commander Wolffe comming in for conformation.” There was no response but the scanners were picking up on the com signals.

“Well their coms are still around just not them.” Sinker said from the co-pilots chair. Wolffe hummed for a moment thinking.

“We should land in a secluded area near the com signals and start looking there.” The rest of the pack agreed and began their descent to the planets surface. The planet was lush green and extremely dense with vegetation. They landed near a semi opened area where they could still hide the ship. Comet was the first one off the ship and began scanning the area with little result.

“Uh, guys the scanners aren’t working. Actually nothing is working not even our own coms only the analog scanner is working.” Boost groaned annoyedly comming out of the ship.

“Well at least we know why they never commed in. Can you still find their comms?” He said. Comet nodded and started to walk north when he was stopped by the thick plants.

“Maybe we should take some vibroblades.” Comet said to Boost who went to tell Sinker.

Once armed with vibroblades the pack begins to cut through the thick plant life. After several hours of cutting through forest they finally reach the spot where the coms were, but there was no caviler squad only a couple of dropped coms. Wolffe growled, if they weren’t here where the hell were they? There no way only a couple of them dropped their coms and the others don’t respond. something else must have happened to them, but what?

“Sir, do you think we should find shelter its gonna get dark soon.” Sinker called out. Wolffe looked up at the sky, even through the heavy foliage he could tell the sun was going down. The dark could be dangerous here you knows what kind of animals live out here.

“Yeah that would be a good idea. I doubt we’ll make it to the ship in time, lets start making camp around here and well continue our search in the morning.” With that the Wolfpack began clearing a small area using some leaves and grass for cover and a fire starting in the middle. Once they finished setting up camp night had fallen. The forest was even more ominous in the dark then during the day. Right now the Wolfpack is sitting around the fire eating their rations, which quite frankly were disgusting.

“Well now what? Where do you think the Cavaliers are?” Boost said. The others looked down in thought. They couldn’t have just disappeared and there’s no sign of an animal attack and the other commlinks aren’t showing up on their analog scanner. They were about to start their conversation when a loud thunder boomed over head fallowed by lightning and another boom of thunder and rain. Wolffe growled and glared at Comet.

“Why the hell didn't you tell us there was a storm coming?!” He yelled over a thunder clap. Comet was panicked but yelled back.

“I told you all the scanners except the analog weren’t working! ALL of the scanners includes the weather map too!!” The rain started coming down harder and harder even, the canopy above them wasn’t enough to protect them. On top of that the sound of rushing water caught their attention. Over a small mound of moss covered boulders a rush of water came down over them. A flash flood.

“We need to get to higher ground! NOW!!” Wolffe called out and the others fallowed his lead and started to run up a hill near by. Unfortunately Comet tripped over a high root and into the water. Sinker noticed and tried to grab him but to no avail and Comet washed further down.

“COMET!! We need to save him!” Wolffe and Boost turned back with Sinker and ran after Comet yelling at him to try and get to the edge and keep his head above the water. After a few minutes of struggling though Comet went under. Panic filled the minds of the others and Boost came up with a crazy idea.

“Here hold my grappling line I’m jumping in after him.” He shoved the end of the line to Wolffe and Sinker, who looked at him like he was crazy but there was no other choice. If Boost didn’t go in Comet could drown and die.

“Fine but you better be careful!” With that Boost jumped in and started to look for Comet. It only took a couple moments to find him, now to pull him out. He tugged the line a couple times and felt himself and Comet being pulled back. They hit the surface with a gasp. Wolffe and Sinker pulled them to a shallow part of the water and pulls them onto land. Sinker starts to Give Comet CPR and Comet comes to, coughing and sputtering, gasping for air.

“Well that sucked.” Comet wheezed out. The rest of the pack sighed with relief but knew they had to get out of there before the water raises any higher. Where do they go though, they were lost in an unknown wilderness on and unknown world. This was bad they didn’t even know if there were any people on this planet, according to reports its apparently uninhabited by any sentient life. At this point though they hoped the reports were wrong. Sinker and Boost helped Comet up and fallowed Wolffe up a high hill. They continued on the high path until they hit a slippery path and fell down the hill into some, what they assume was moss of some sort. Groaning they laid there for a moment. This was all bad, everything was shot to hell and at this rate they would need saving too.

When they regathered their bearings they heard a rustling sound coming out of some shrubs near by. They all turned quickly to the noise, unfortunately they didn’t have their blasters with them ,but they’d be damned if they  would go down without a fight. The plant rustled again, putting them on edge. Right before they were about to say something a small being came out. It was about 3 feet tall and stood on two legs. It looked almost human like but had cat like pupils in its neon blue eyes, big white fangs and long dark claws. Its long black hair reached its lower back and covered its shoulder’s. Its skin was a light grey blue with beautiful intricate markings all over it. The creature looked at the Wolfpack and they at it for a moment before it smiled widely, showing more of its glistening fangs. It wasn’t a predatory smile but a kind one, it was really just the fangs that made that smile terrifying. The pack stayed defensive and the creature seemed to realize that and started to make submissive gestures its ears folding down and its body curling up to show it meant no harm. Wolffe stared at it and gave a hand gesture to stand down but stay on guard.

“Hello, can you understand me?” Wolffe said to it. The creature looked up at him and nodded.

“Yes I can understand you. I am Taraka Nos. Are you ok?” The creature was male. Wait a minute the reports said this planet didn’t have any sentient life. The scanners must have failed like all the others, the planets density and atmosphere must be interfering with the advanced electronics. That would also explain why only the analog works. Wolffe looked at the being before them he looked kind enough and its not like they had much of a choice but to hope this local was assisting.

“I am Commander Wolffe of the 104th battalion of the Grand Army of the Republic. We would appreciate some help. We were washed down here by this storm and it seems that we are lost.” Taraka looked at him with worry and nodded in agreement.

“Of course I’ll help you find your way, but first it looks like you and your friends are cold and tired. Follow me to my village we will help you there.” The pack sighed a little in relief. At least now they could get a little assistance from these people then get back to the ship. It didn’t look like Caviler squad made it. Most likely taken out by the unpredictable weather. It was sad thats the way they probably died but its better to know then to keep guessing. Taraka led them for about a mile before they could see some lights they must be getting close to the village. They moved through some roots before seeing the village.

It was moderately big with several medium and small sized structures and beyond the structures was a massive cave opening. The pack gawked a little at the size of the cave and from what they could see it looked more like a city in there. These people must live underground most of the time. They were lead down into the massive cave where some of the locals came out to see them. None of them looked at all hostile they actually looked happy, almost too happy to see them. Wolffe glanced back at Sinker and Boost they were thinking the same thing. There was something a little strange about these people, to the untrained eye they just looked really friendly but to the Wolfpack there was something a tad strange about the way they were looking at them. It was almost like they were eager and excited, but for what?

“You may rest here.” Taraka stopped in front of a smaller cave  that had a couple seats in them that looked comfortable enough for them and a table in the middle.

“Thank you for your hospitality.”  Wolffe said to him. Boost came around with Comet ,who looked completely spent, and sat him down in one of the chairs. Sinker was next to join them and Wolffe made his way over last keeping an eye out on Taraka. The being in question was standing there smiling at them with that same excited, eager look that the other locals were giving them for some reason.

“Your welcome.” He said when another person came this one looked female and had bright green eyes. She looked at them and smiled.

“Hello I am Senbara Ko, Chief of the Nataro, Welcome to our home. We hope you will feel better soon ,your friend looks like he needs some food and rest, as do the rest of you before you head out on your journey. Please accept our offer of food as a symbol of our hospitality and peace.” Two more male Nataro came in with baskets of what looked like pastel yellow, oval shaped fruit. They placed them on the middle table and Sinker picked one up and started to examine it.

“They are Bijugo fruit. They grow on many trees near by their also sweet and good. Ah, also you must break them. The purple sticky fruit inside is what you eat.” Senbara chuckled as she watched Sinker try to bite the hard outer layer. Wolffe glanced at Sinker and turned back to Senbara with a polite bow trying to keep up his respectful poise.

“Thank you very much for your generous offer. I don’t believe we’ve introduced ourselves. I am Commander Wolffe and these are Sargent Sinker, Booster and Comet. We are from the 104th battalion of the Grand Army of the Republic.” She smiled and bowed herself which was a little odd for someone to bow to a clone but pleasant compared to the usual attitude they got. Suddenly a female Nataro came up to her leader and began to whisper something to her in their own language that Wolffe couldn’t make out at all. The Chief looked a bit concerned for a moment before addressing them again.

“Well its very nice to meet you Commander. Now, if you can excuse me it seems I have some business to attend to. I will check up on you all later, until then Taraka will be here to assist you with anything while you stay.” With that Senbara was gone going somewhere down deeper into the cave. Taraka grabbed another chair and sat with them near the table.

“Please, eat you all need the energy and the fruit are really quite good. Just give them a quick whack and they’ll break easily.” Sinker did just that after fighting with the fruit for a few minutes and the fruit really did break open easily. Sinker gave out a frustrated but victorious huff over the fruit. The inside of the Bijugo fruit was a very deep royal purple color with lots of purple juice running everywhere. The edible part was naturally segmented into eight pieces, each piece was shaped like a tear drop. Wolffe, Boost and Comet looked at Sinker a bit wearily as he took a piece out of the yellow casing and smelled it.

“It smells pretty good.” Wolffe was still weary of the fruit but watching Sinker eat the piece and seeing his face light up a bit and him digging into it, along with his brothers, made him at least try it. Besides it was only polite after these people showed them such kindness and he wouldn’t deny he was hungry. With some hesitation Wolffe broke one of the fruit and took a piece for himself. It did smell good like Sinker said, well might as well try it. To Wolffe’s surprise it was delicious, it was sweet but not overly so with some tang and a note of bitterness. With the new found purpose, and seeing that these fruit weren’t poisonous, the Wolfpack began to devour the fruit like locus.

Taraka was sitting comfortably watching them eat like they hadn’t eaten in years, just like the last ones. There were a couple more in the last group before these, six of them if he recalled. They were just as in need as these were and it really did break his heart to see them suffer and so he brought them here. They had offered these fruit to them as well and just like them and they began to eat them with vigor. Now, the Bijugo fruit was very common and harmless to the Nataro but it seems that it has a strange yet pleasant, at least to him and his people, reaction with humans. A reaction that would start once they started digesting the fruit, but until then he was content and rather happy to see them eating and getting comfortable. Soon enough they will be always comfortable here with the others.

It only took about 15 minutes for the four of them to finish off all the fruit. Now they were leaned back contently in their chairs looking sleepy. Taraka took this as his moment to lead them to their beds before the digesting process began. He hopped out of his chair and made his way over to Wolffe’s side.

“You should get some rest now. I can show you where to rest, please follow me.” They were too tired to reply with words so they nodded and got up from their seats and began to follow him down deeper into the caves. On they way down they couldn’t help but notice that the holes into some of the tunnels were a lot bigger  then the tunnel holes they had been passing in the upper levels. What would these small people need such big holes for? Even if it was for transporting goods, the openings were at least four times bigger then even them. Their train of thought was cut when Taraka led them to a slightly smaller opening then the huge ones and opened up some wide doors.

“You may rest here for the night, now excuse me I must be going the Chief requested I see her once you were brought to your room. I will check on you later once I’m finished.” He bowed respectfully and walked off towards the closest massive opening. Comet yawned suddenly.

“I don’t know about you guys but I’m gonna go to sleep.” He headed to one of the round beds and flopped face first before getting comfortable. Boost and Sinker chuckled at him before going to their own beds.

“Aren’t you gonna go to sleep Wolffe?” Sinker looks to Wolffe who’s still feels like theres something suspicious with these people.

“I will in a bit I’m not quite tired yet and theres something up with these people, but I don’t know what. Don’t you feel there’s something going on?” Sinker paused to think for a moment.

“Well, I have noticed the weird smile they give us, but I can’t figure out what it is. Its like their anticipating something but what could it be?” Wolffe nodded. So it wasn’t just him who saw that weird anxiousness and anticipation in them. What could possibly have that many people all excited and every time they walked by a group of them they’d look at them and they’d turn and speak to each other in their language quickly with some happiness. Normally he would have passed that off as just passed of their excitement as curiosity, but the look they had in their eyes said otherwise.

“I don’t know Sinker hopefully it has nothing to do with sepies. I’ll stay up to keep guard for awhile.” Sinker nodded and went to bed while Wolffe went to a chair and sat down looking at his brothers and trying to listen outside the door. It almost seemed totally quiet when he heard talking. He couldn’t understand what they were saying but there were several voices like a group of people just standing out in the middle of the hall. Wolffe got up to press his ear against the door when he heard a moan.

He turned around to see Comet rolling around uncomfortably with his hands around his stomach. Abandoning his mission Wolffe headed strait for Comet. As he reached him another groan catches his attention. This time it was Boost and a third from Sinker. What was going on? A small pang of discomfort from his own stomach throws Wolffe from his thoughts. He moaned, it felt like his stomach was getting tight from the inside…and outside. When did his armor start to feel so tight? His abdomen armor kept getting tighter and tighter. What was happening to him? The door opened to reveal Taraka looked at them with alarm and concern. He yelled out into the hall in his language and several Nataro came in with the same concern.

One male Nataro quickly came up to Wolffe and reached up to pull his arm, a gesture to follow him. Wolffe growled and turned back to his brothers to see more Nataro pulling them to their feet  and out the door following Taraka. With great reluctance he allowed the small male to pull him. As he walked the tight sensation spread. Not just his abdomen felt tight but also his thighs and arms as well. The Nataro lead them through a very long hall into a massive cave much bigger then any they had been in or seen but what caught Wolffe’s attention was what was at the center of the cave.

In the middle of the cave were six enormous tan blobs of some sort with four empty large beds of some sort in between the blobs. Each seemed to have different markings around them like the markings of the Nataro. Wolfe couldn’t look closer as another rush of tightness came over him and now all his armor was tight almost painfully so. He also couldn’t help but notice that his blacks were pushing through the slits of his white armor. Panic filled him quickly as he looked over at his brothers their arms were squishing tightly against their bracings the blacks beginning to look like soft bubbles between the armor plating. The small male Nataro was joined by a female as they brought him to a very large round mat bed looking object on the floor. Without warning, and surprising strength he didn’t think they had, they pushed him down on one of the beds he was led to and began to remove his armor. Wait, how the hell did they know how to remove his armor? Only people who had removed their armor before would know how to without breaking it or laser removing it.

He  couldn’t ponder on this further as the two Nataro removed his abdomen plating. He couldn’t stop the sigh of relief that came out, that plating was starting to hurt severely. Wolffe looked down towards it only to get his breath caught in his throat. His belly was wobbling as it stretched his blacks and seemingly growing up and outwards along with his thighs. He wanted to scream or yell or something but no sound was coming out, only shock as he watched his body seemingly blow up. A panicked feeling started to bubble out of him. How did this happen? What was happening to him? Was this going to stop? He stopped thinking when he heard a yelp. Looking over diagonally from him  he could see Boost in the same situation. He looked extremely panicked and…fat? That was the best way to describe him.

His once hallowed and sharp cheeks were puffed out like they were full and his flat edged chin now had a partner that was growing underneath softer and bigger. Along with that his war hardened and well trained body, once so strong and lean, was swelling out in all directions stretching his thick blacks so thin he could see a bit of his tan skin and the outline of his deepening belly button. He also started to look, honestly, a little feminine with his chest softened and his behind and thighs getting large and bulbous. Wolffe wondered if this is what he looked like too. Most likely they were clones after all they probably did look the same. Wolffe reached up to feel his own belly when he was surprised by the heft of his arm. Looking at it, it seemed like all the muscle in his bicep seemed to have been swallowed by softness. Realizing this he tried to test his strength by sitting up but to, his complete embarrassment, no avail. He flopped back on to the bed feeling his entire being jiggle like waves. This was absolutely humiliating , Wolffe, Commander of the 104th, one of the most, if not the, most dangerous and skilled battalions of the GAR, was helplessly swelling up like a balloon and had grown so big he couldn’t even sit up. Worst of all his battle hardened body was JIGGLING.

Wolffe’s face was beet red, he was so embarrassed he honestly wanted to cry. He stopped himself when he felt a small hand going through his hair in a soothing manner. Looking to his left he saw Taraka. He had a very gentle smile, without teeth showing, as he began to stroke Wolffe’s head affectionately. His other clawed hand went under his puffy double chin and started to scratch and wobble it causing Taraka to giggle. Wolffe was not at all amused and began to get aggressive. He tried to bite him and push the Nataro away as hard as he could. His struggling did nothing but make himself jiggle madly and the Nataro move above his head with a wide smile with fangs and all.

“My your quite the warrior, still fighting even in your current condition. Very honorable indeed.” Wolffe huffed and puffed frustrated by his immense limitations and lack of result. He was about to try again when a loud tearing sound startled him and Taraka. The both of them looked at the cause of the sound. Wolffe’s expanding blubbery body had finally out grown his faithful blacks. His belly had torn right trough causing it to split down the middle, exposing his tan belly button, and was still tearing by the second. Fighting forgotten, Wolffe returned to blushing and let out a distressed, involuntary whimper. The small claws returned to his hair and one cupping his plump cheek.

“There, there. Shhh, don’t worry, everything will be just fine you’ll see. You and your friends will be just fine, very plump, but fine.” Taraka cooed him. Wolffe was never going to admit it but the Nataro was actually soothing. Ah! What is he thinking? What the hell was happening to him and his brothers?! Why were they getting so fat?! Coming out of his trans and embarrassment he glared at Taraka harshly.

“What the kriff is happening to us?!” He slurred a little. The fat around his cheeks and chin was new and made it a little strange for him to speak. The Nataro was about to speak when another voice cut him off.

“I’m sorry Commander, its a reaction humans have with our Bijugo fruit. Thats the fruit we gave you.” Senbara Ko said stepping to the right of his bloated form. Wolffe narrowed his eyes at her.

“You knew this would happen to us?!” She looked a little sheepish and nodded.

“Yes, I did, we all did.” He looked at her then to Taraka and passed Senbara to Boost, who had three Nataro with him with the same sheepish expression.

“Why would you do this to us?” Senbara looked at him then gestured to the tan blob next to him. He really hadn’t been paying attention to it at all until now but now that he was he couldn’t help but notice the patterns on it. They were some intricate beautiful flowers of some sort and were fairly familiar but Wolffe couldn’t think why. He watched as she stepped up to it and gave one of its fold on the side of it a tickle, and to his amazement and horror it giggled and laughed with a voice just like his. Then it hit him like a charging bantha this blob wasn’t just a blob it was a CLONE a really, really obese clone. Not just any clone either, when he moved to look down at the Chief it had a tuff of pastel pink hair. There was only one clone that had hair like that, Captain Rose. This enormous clone was Captain Rose, leader of the Caviler squad. Wait, if this was Rose the other blobs had to be the rest of his squad! Wolffe was completely stupefied at this point to stunned to say anything.

“You see we found Rose and his men lost in our forests, starving, beaten and just so completely exhausted and weak. We couldn’t have just left them out there to die so we brought them in and healed their wounds and let them rest. After they were rested and patched up we offered them some of our Bijugo fruit. Like you they ate them and after a period of time their bodies began to digest the fruit. What none of us knew was the reaction the fruit would have on them. Once they began to digest the fruit they started to moan like they were in pain, so we acted and started to check them. When we found nothing wrong on their faces we removed their armor and to all of our surprise they were swelling up. They got about as big as you, which if you noticed you stopped growing, but they could barely move and were much to heavy to get up to call you all for help. So we kept them here and take care of them and to be honest we’ve grown incredibly fond of them.” She smiled up at Rose before snuggling into his rolls. Rose started to laugh and reached down a plump hand to her head. He looked incredibly happy and comfortable like this, but Wolffe ever the fighter tried to fight his.

“So why did you have to do this to us? And how is Rose and his squad so huge if this is it?” Senbara stopped cuddling with Rose to look at him wobble his belly in frustration. Wolffe was growling and clearly upset. His body was at least tree times bigger then when he started and surprisingly most of his blacks was still covering him, besides his belly, even though it was stretched incredibly thin. Senbara walked right up to him and laid a small claw on his exposed tan belly. If Wolffe didn’t have such chubby cheeks and puffy double chin he’d be terrifying. He trashed around trying to get her hand off him, but like with Taraka failed. She smiled at his effort and lightly grazed her claws around his belly button. He immediately stiffened at the touch and had to stop himself from chuckling.

“We did it because we had grown so fond of them we couldn’t help but want more to love. Rose and the others are bigger because we keep feeding them the Bijugo fruit, but don’t worry you’ll get as big as him soon enough.” She gave him a playful and slightly predatory smile.Wolffe gulped nervously. He was already massive and they wanted him as big as Rose. Rose was huge, he didn’t even realize he was a person until he made noise and moved. Wolffe suddenly thought about his brothers.

“Wait, what about my brothers?” This time Taraka, whom Wolffe actually forgot about for a moment, spoke.

“They are fine. They are being taken care of very well don’t worry. They are also here in the same room, never too far away from you.”  He gently rubbed his cheek. Wolffe grimaced at the jiggle his cheek and chins did. They heard a grunt and several cooing voices.

“We’re fine, just really heavy.” Comet huffed out. Wolffe sighed a little, content that at least they were safe. He tried to look at them, but to his chagrin he couldn't see over his belly. Senbara and Taraka chuckled at his flushed and red face. They called several more people, and again with surprising strength, pushed him up and laid some thick, soft pillows behind him to prop him up so he was sitting up to see his brothers.

They were still laying on their backs bellies pushed up in the air like a large mound. The Nataro’s, both male and female, were surrounding them, cooing them and giving them comforting gestures and smiles. He could see his brothers trying to move only to fall back into place in a flurry of wobbling, grunting and huffing and puffing.

“You all are definitely fighters. Very determined to do everything by yourselves and don’t want any help from anyone.” Senbara said watching them as Sinker tried pushing a female Nataro away from him. Wolffe was smiling internally, his men, despite the circumstance, were not giving in. Though honestly Wolffe couldn’t dee how they could get out of this situation at all. They were all so big they could barely move to roll on the bed let alone walk and survive in a savage wilderness. Then there was Caviler squad. What could they do with them? None of them could go back to the GAR like this, they would be terminated instantly and Wolffe wasn’t about to let his brothers die. Taraka seemed to notice his contemplation and ran his hands in his hair. Senbara looked at him.

“You all will stay here. I know what they’ll do to you all if this Republic gets you like this, Rose told me.” She looked sad while speaking. Rose, who had been quietly sitting there finally spoke up.

“Its not so bad here Wolffe. We get taken care of and they enjoy our company and our softness. Nothing bad would happen to us, command would think that we were dead. We’d be ok here.” Rose looked to Wolffe and shared a slightly saddened smile. He had thought about this too. Wolffe sighed feeling overwhelmed, they really had no choice they had to stay regardless if they wanted to or not they were completely helpless at this size. Closing his eyes he tried to clam down when something gently pushed into his cheek. Taraka was nuzzling his cheek and holding onto his arm. Wolffe blushed, feeling his soft,warm hair and small claws sink into him.

“It seems he’s grown to really care for you.” Senbara chuckles. Taraka pulls back his own cheeks turned a darker blue. Wolffe internally really want to fight him off and push him away, but the look the Nataro was giving him, he’d take this to the grave, made his heart melt a bit. Instead of a very aggressive move it came out a gentle nudge. Flustered with annoyance and never ending embarrassment He turned his head quickly down. Taraka smiled and lowered himself down to the floor. The Chief said something to him in their native tongue, which made him nod and leave with several others.

“Where are they going?” Wolffe glanced at Senbara. She carried a mischievous smile before grabbing a bit of torn fabric from his blacks around his belly.

“Well we have to get this off you one way or another. I have a pretty good way of getting the rest of them off. Right Rose?” Rose chuckled.

“It is a pretty good way Wolffe.” He lightly patted his side. A small wave of panic filled him again, and was increased when Taraka and the other Nataro returned with more of the pastel yellow fruit. They each took a fruit and broke it open to reveal the deep royal purple segments of sweetness that got them in this position. Taraka and three other people took the fruit and started to go to his brothers and himself. He hopped up to Wolffe and presented a piece to him. He sealed his lips, he may be helpless but he didn’t want to grow any bigger. He didn’t want to be as big, or bigger, then Rose or anyone in the Caviler squad. Taraka was persistent himself, still offering and going so far as to push the fruit against Wolffe’s lips. He decided to get rougher with the Nataro and tried to roll himself. Even if he couldn’t roll over he’d at least try to jostle the small being off him.

It was harder then he thought it would be. Wolffe underestimated how heavy he was and barely moved at all. His second attempt was a bit more successful but ultimately did nothing. By his third try Wolffe was getting exhausted, panting hard from all the effort. He swore he had a hell of a lot more stamina then this, but then again he wasn’t as huge as he was now. Taraka patiently waited for him to stop struggling and continued to try and coax him to eat the piece.

“Come now Wolffe it will be fine for you to eat it. Your in perfectly good hands, plus your brothers have already begun to eat, join them.” At the mention of his brothers he looked at them. They were being fed by a few Nataro, who seemed more then pleased to do so. They were eating blissfully like they had no will of their own, they had given up.

“See, their completely fine, enjoying themselves. Now come on and indulge a little.” The purple tear drop piece was again placed into his face. The sweet tangy scent entering his nose was very tempting, but Wolffe was determined to hold out for as long as he could. Taraka huffed a little and hopped down to the floor he went to a female Nataro and began to speak to her. Wolffe watched her glance at him and back to Taraka before nodding with a playful smile and walked away. Taraka came back up to Wolffe and just sat there with the fruit in his lap.

“Ok, then its ok if you don’t want to eat right now we’ll just wait for a while until you want to eat.” He was giving Wolffe a suspicious smile before petting his head. Surprisingly he hadn't  tried anything yet but he was suspicious of the girl. What had he asked her to do? A soft groan and a bunch of excited chatter stopped his thoughts for a moment. It was coming from Sinker. Something gurgled and sloshed loud enough for him to hear. He must be starting to grow again. The sound of stretching and popping treads could be heard around the room. Each of his brothers were visibly getting bigger with their bellies going up higher and higher. A loud rip and whimper was heard, as Comets enormous backside and thighs ripped the sides of the blacks. His tan skin pouring out calming more and more space on the bed. This continued to happen for a while, Wolffe watched his brothers virtually make their blacks burst off them. The Nataro were removing the shreds of the blacks revealing three new enormous tan blobs. Wolffe was blushing again at the thought of that inevitably happening to him. Why hadn’t it happen to him? Why hadn’t Taraka make him eat the Bijugo fruit anymore?

His question was soon answered as he suddenly felt someone hugging and lifting, jiggling his belly. The action made him gasp earning a couple pieces of fruit in his open mouth. He chewed and ate the fruit before his mind could think about spiting them out. What had done that? Looking down he Wolffe saw the same female Nataro hugging his belly and smiling up at him. His cheeks puffed up annoyedly and he turned to Taraka. The Nataro smiled playfully at him and offered another couple pieces. Wolffe turned his head away from him only to get his belly shaken causing him to gasp again and more fruit stuffed into his mouth. Taraka and the female giggled at his reactions.

“I knew you, as such a strong warrior, would not give into eating more. So I had to improvise to make you eat. This is my sister, Acara, she’ll be helping me feed you. Every time you don’t want to eat.” Acara shook his belly again. Wolffe could not stop the gasp or the fruit going inside him. They were forcing him to eat, this was the inevitability he was dreading. When did he get so sensitive? He could feel Acara’s nails gently caressing his belly causing little intense shivers to run up his spine and his belly to tremble.

“Just keep eating when I feed you and she won’t jostle your belly.” Wolffe groaned he didn’t want to eat more or have her jostle his belly. Not that the shaking was bad but he was so sensitive it made his whole body tingle. He sighed he really didn’t have a choice in the matter. Taraka brought up some fruit to him and reluctantly Wolffe complied and ate it. This continued trough six more fruits only having Acara jiggle him a couple times. A different laugh caught his ear.

“Well done Taraka you got him to eat after all.” Senbara said from her place on top of Rose’s belly. He had forgotten about the Chief. She was idly laying on top of Rose rubbing circles into his plush chest and tickling his chins. Her big bright green eyes looked down at him and she chuckled.

“You know with all the fruit they fed you, you’ll end up bigger then Rose here.” She affectionately squeezed his cheeks and kissed one of them. Wolffe looked at her with wide eyes. He’d get bigger then Rose?! His stomach made a deep rumbling noise and the dull discomfort started. He moaned as he felt his body start to grow again. The tear on his belly got wider and his belly started to pour out of it. The seems of his blacks couldn’t hold him anymore and just like his brothers they started to rip all over from his doughy chest to his ponderous rear. Taraka and Acara started to remove the shreds off him leaving him completely exposed. Wolffe didn’t stop growing though. He continued to swell up, getting closer to Rose and the clone on the other side of him. Their bodies eventually began to press together and Rose chuckled reaching out to give Wolffe a little squeeze. The other clone copied Rose’s action and laughed a bit.

“Getting a little big huh Wolffe?” The other one said letting his pudgy hand sink in deeper into Wolffe’s expanding form. From What Wolffe could see this clone had a big sun tattoo on his arm and fiery red hair.

“He really is getting bigger then us huh Sol?” Rose said from across the vast expanse that was Wolffe. He blushed hearing them teasing him a bit his body quivered from embarrassment. Noticing that Rose and Sol gently rubbed him.

“You ok there Wolffe?” No he was not. What kind of stupid question was that? He was literally blowing up so big he makes the hutts look small! Wolffe let out a gasp when his belly touched something cold. He shivered as the cold began to spread across his lower belly. Now what was going on? He felt small hands in the cold spot of his belly and rapid yelling and gasping. More and more tiny hands were touching him. Why were so many touching him?

“What’s going on?” He managed to slur out. His voice had gotten thick and slow just like the rest of him. A small body pulled its self on to him and rested on his chest. Taraka was looking him with a mix of bewilderment and excitement. He placed his small claws on his bulging cheeks and kissed them both. Wolffe looked at him in shock what was that for? It wasn’t unpleasant just unexpected.

“You belly is touching the floor. We’ve never seen that before.” Taraka said a bit breathlessly. His belly was touching the FLOOR?! That would explain the cold sensation he was feeling, but had he really gotten THAT BIG? Apparently so as more Nataro gathered around him like an enormous spectacle which he probably was at this point. He felt multiple pairs of hands and heard a lot of heaving but the cold sensation was gone replaced by the feeling of his belly being lifted then a soft warm feeling. They had put another bed or mat under his belly to make him comfortable. He blushed at this point Wolffe could more or less tell how big he was. He definitely knew he was much bigger then Rose or Sol, he felt like he was drowning in a sea of his own fat. Anywhere his bloated hands could reach all he could feel was himself and that it self was a challenge. His arms looked like flabby cones sticking out from his sides, his once proud wolf tattoo on his right arm was stretched and he could barely move them at all. He could barely move anything at all. He whimpered in distress not caring anymore who heard him, he was completely helpless and immobile and it honestly scared him. A few tears actually bubbled up from his eyes.

“Oh Wolffe, it will be ok, shhh, don’t cry. I’m here and your brothers are here don’t feel afraid. See you’ve all ready stopped growing.” Wolffe opened his golden eyes to look in neon blue ones. Taraka gently wiped a couple stray tears from his eyes before nuzzling him. Wolffe couldn’t reach him for and embrace which led to more tears coming out. Taraka notices and moves over to where his hand could reach. He gently grabs Wolffe’s hand and placed several kisses on it.

“Calm down, its ok, its over now. Though if I may say your awfully cute.” Taraka presses himself into Wolffe’s rolls trying to calm him down. Acara joins her brother in comforting him by stroking his hair and nuzzling his neck. He still whimpered a bit but started to take deep breaths to calm himself. Another person gets on to his chest. This time a pair of green eyes greets him. Senbara smiles at him softly letting one of her claws brush against his cheek.

“Are you ok? Well thats a stupid question. Let me rephrase that. Are you comfortable?” Wolffe looked at her. He hadn’t thought about that, but he actually felt pretty comfortable, despite the being a massive blob thing. He nodded to her. She smiled and grazed his cheek again.

“Good because theres one more thing we need to do to you and your brothers.” Wolffe’s eyes widened. Oh force please no more fruit. He didn’t think he could take growing anymore, he was pretty sure he was gonna pop already. Senbara just patted his head.

“Don’t worry your not going to get any bigger. We need to mark you all with our tribal markings.” She gestured to Rose and Sol. He looked at them, they each had really intricate markings all over them from their face to their toes. Rose had rose’s and vines wrapped all around him there were roses on his forehead, shoulders, chest, knees and one giant one on his belly in full bloom. Sol had them in similar places except they were suns and fire with little strange symbols in between. The symbols of the Nataro Wolffe guesses.

“Every ones markings are different with a few symbols of our village.” Her own looked like water flowing down a river.

“You and your brothers will get them too. I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable before we start.” He nodded and she smiled then said something in her language. The Nataro had several large jugs of some kind and some smaller deep bowls. Senbara got off him and back onto Rose. Taraka took her place and cupped his plump face in his small hands. There was a look in his eye that Wolffe had never seen before, an emotion he wasn’t familiar with. Before he could say anything he kissed him. Not on the cheeks like before but right on Wolffe’s lips. He had never kissed anyone previously to this, but it was nice. Taraka had soft warm lips that were gentle and sweet. The kiss ended as quickly as it began, Taraka’s face was a deep blue almost navy.

“I-I’m sorry i’ll just go n-now.” He squeaked and started to scramble off. Wolffe didn’t want that affection to end and he’d grown a bit fond of the Nataro. That’s what that look was, it was love.

“Wait, please come back.” Taraka paused and crawled back to Wolffe, not meeting his eyes out of embarrassment and shame. But, there was nothing for him to be embarrassed about, Wolffe enjoyed that kiss, very much so.

“I-I’m so sorry I didn’t mean for that to happen. Well I did want that to happen but not like that. I-I’m sorry it’s just I don’t know. Maybe its nothing but I really like you and i just need you to know just forget me ok.” Taraka blathered on. Wolffe wasn’t paying much attention after he said he liked him. How in the force could any creature like him like this? Yet this little Nataro did. Though they didn’t know each other well yet it could possibly be a work in progress to something more, but right now Wolffe really wanted that kiss again.

“It’s fine, we have plenty of time to know each other, but if you don’t mind i’d kinda want to know if I could get another kiss?” That completely caught Taraka of guard and his face lit up like a thousand suns.

“Yes, you can get as many kisses as you want!” Taraka dove in and started to pepper kisses all over Wolffe’s face before coming into a deep loving kiss on the lips. Like the last one it was sweet and gentle but with a little more hunger in it like he was desperate for this kiss. Wolffe returned it as best as he could which seemed to be enough for the Nataro. This kiss lasted until they came apart to breathe. Wolffe felt happy, the happiest he’s ever felt, even with all thats just happened to him. Taraka wrapped his arms around his neck and hugged him snuggling deep into his thick neck. He then pulled back and held his cheeks in his claws giving his enormous double chin a light tickle making Wolffe giggle.

“I want to do your tribal markings. May I do them for you?” His eyes were lit up with happiness. Wolffe smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, you can. I’d like it if you did them for me.” Taraka almost looked like he wanted to explode from joy. He scampered to where the jugs were and gathered a bowl like the others did. Wolffe tried to glance at his brothers as much as he could, his belly was kinda in the way. He could see Comet getting marked with black, grey and sky blue paint. His markings looked like stars with a large blue comet on his belly. He could also see Sinker who’s patterns were circular and in black and white with touches of green his belly kind of looked like a target with green dots around it. He couldn’t see Boost but he’d ask Taraka about him. Wolffe didn’t have to wait long before he returned with black, white and blue paint.

“What kind of paint is this?” It looked a bit thick and hard, like it was solid and liquid. Taraka took a brush dabbing it into the black paint.

“It’s Jandaro Paint it is from a special tree and flower found near the rivers. The paint stains your skin so the markings stay on like one of your tattoos. So we don’t have to worry about washing it off or smearing it. Now then love, Hold still.” The Jandaro paint is cold as Taraka gently guides the brush over his cheek. It leaves be hind a tingling feeling of the paint being absorbed into his skin. He kept making sharp angles all over his face in black and white until he got to his eyes, then he used the blue, underlining his eyes and making a long flowing line on his eyelid. Wolffe wondered what he was doing. Taraka pulled back admiring Wolffe’s face before leaning in to give him a kiss.

“ You look so good with your markings. I bet you’ll look amazing when I’m done with the rest of you.”  With that Taraka began leading the brush with black paint down his chins and curved it around his breast three times then he added a single line going down the middle of his chest then making a circle in the middle. Using the blue paint Taraka left the first symbol of his people in the circle. Switching back to black Taraka went to Wolffe’s colossal backside. He couldn’t help but love the folds and curves of Wolffe’s body he’d love to feel all of his rich tan skin, getting him all hot and bothered having him panting in his arms, but that had to wait for later. Getting back to business Taraka started to paint Wolffe’s spine from the base of his neck folds all the way down to his gigantic buttocks. From there he got underneath his chunky rolls to highlight his ribs all the way to Wolffe’s front and half way to his belly button. He continued this until all of his  ribs were highlighted. Going back to Wolffe’s back he placed his small claws on his titanic butt, he could feel Wolffe quivering at the touch, he was still so sensitive. Getting the paint he painted a black and white spiky swirl around his bottom like a tail. Taraka made several more designs like the three slash marks around  his thighs and around his arms that led to his hands like claws before he was finished.

“Finally, done.” Taraka sighed tiredly but it was worth it to see his love look like an actual wolf. He crawled onto Wolffe and cuddled into his neck. Wolffe returned the cuddle and kissed his side. Taraka giggled and kissed his neck which made Wolffe giggle himself. Yeah, Wolffe could definitely see why Rose and the rest of the Caviler squad went missing, he could live like this even if he was a gigantic blob he was somebody’s gigantic blob and he was completely fine with this.