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Leia The Hutt - Star Wars - WG

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      "The mighty Jabba asks why he must pay fifty thousand." said the golden droid nervously.
      The bounty hunter Boushh held up a small silver ball, then pressed the button to arm it.  It glowed dangerously.
      "Because he's holding a thermal detonator," said the droid, even more nervously, to the giant sluglike creature at his side.  In the shadows, Boba Fett moved ominously.  As the crowd became unbearably tense, Jabba the Hutt and the bounty hunter agreed on thirty five thousand credits.
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      Boushh skulked through the corridors of Jabba's palace until he arrived at Jabba's prize, the body of Han Solo frozen in carbonite.  Manipulating the controls, the short and thin bounty hunter freed Solo, who was confused, blinded, and sick with hibernation sickness.
      "Who are you?" he asked.
      "Someone who loves you," said Boushh, taking off the helmet, revealing the face of Princess Leia.
      "Leia..."  he said.  But before they could leave, the terrible laughter of the fat hutt filled the air...
      "We have...powerful friends.  You're gonna regret this," said Leia, as Han was taken to the dungeon and she was escorted off to some terrible, unknown fate...
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      "I have to wear THIS?" Leia asked indignantly, looking at the bronze two piece bikini in front of her.  The Gamorrean guard nodded grimly.  "Doesn't leave much to the imagination," she said, stepping behind a curtain to change.  She shed her bounty hunter gear, then placed the metal brassiere over her small but pert breasts.  She took the bikini bottom and its purple drapery, pulling it all the way past her slim graceful legs to rest firmly on her hips.  
      "Oh Dear," said C-3P0. "Princess Leia, his excellency Jabba the Hutt would like to have you in his personal chambers for breakfast."
      "Probably my last meal," said Leia glumly.  "Unless he means that he'd like to eat ME for breakfast."  She stepped into Jabba's chamber, where there was an incredible banquet of delicacies from all over the galaxy: Sullustan Rover steaks, braised mynock, Corellian truffle cakes.  This really is my last meal, she thought.  I'll never eat a single bit of food after this one, because I'll be dead.     
      She ate heartily, as Jabba slurped down the strange and foul-smelling items of food on the table.  She got up to leave, and Jabba grumbled mightily.  
      "His excellency says that you must finish all of the food on the table," said 3P0.  She looked at Jabba, who licked his lips.  From his smile, she could tell that he would kill her if she didn't obey.  She thus methodically began to eat every morsel on the table, until she felt sick and bulging.  Then she passed out...
      "Lunchtime, Princess," 3P0 translated.  Leia was dismayed to find another banquet set out before her.  Jabba, far from being malevolent, encouraged her to eat and cooed warmly to her, but she was repulsed by his monstrous, sluglike form and by the facts of her capture and slavery.  By dinnertime, Leia had ascertained Jabba's purpose: to kill her by feeding.
      But Leia was too strong to give in.  She kept on eating, knowing that each day gave her a chance to live.  Han's life was at stake too.  Luke knew they were at Jabba's palace, and Luke would have a plan.  Meanwhile, she noticed the most startling, but of course necessary, changes in her body: her belly, now sticking out and dipping over the top of her metal bikini, her rear, getting rounder with each passing day.  Of course, Jabba was making her eat a lot of food, but somehow she seemed to be gaining weight faster than humanly possible...
      Weeks went by, and Leia desperately wondered where Luke was.  She listened to Jabba intently, waiting for him to reveal something that would allow her to escape.  By now, she understand Huttese at a rudimentary level.  Leia was started to hear Jabba call her, not "slave" as usual, but "my hutt queen."  What had he said exactly?  She asked 3P0.
      "His magnificence says that he waits patiently for you to become his hutt queen."
      Leia gasped in terror.  So he had not meant to kill her after all.  He meant to fatten her up, until she was as big as he was...  She threw up in revulsion.  There must be some kind of secret hutt weight gain ingredient in the food.  She resolved not to eat anymore, even if Jabba would kill her...
      Jabba pinned the chubby Leia down with his obscenely fat and sweaty body.  He forced a piece of bruallki into her mouth, then another, then another.  He took a huge Pantolominian parfait, crushing it into her mouth until it started to melt, and the cream ran down her mouth, onto her body, and all over his.  Aroused, he continued to stuff her until she once again lost consciousness.
      Knowing that she had no choice, she ate obediently, hoping desperately for some chance to escape, knowing that in the future she might be too big to get away.  Her once chubby body was now a decidedly fat one.  Her belly hung ponderously, covering up most of her bikini bottom.  Her rear was now so large that she constantly bumped into things with it.  I must have gained two hundred imperial weight units, she thought.  And I'm nowhere near hutt-sized...
      As Leia grew in size, Jabba's attraction grew too.  When she was chubby, he would caress her.  Now that she was fat, he took to kissing her with his enormous stinking mouth and giant lolling tongue.  Leia could only imagine what terrible things would happen when she became hutt-sized...
      The endless days of waking up, eating and eating and eating, then caressing Jabba's body while he licked her face, not to mention other parts of her body, with his giant wet tongue, sapped Leia's sense of indignation and resistance.  By now she was so fat that Jabba, knowing she could not escape, allowed her a bit more freedom.  And he was right.  She could barely imagine waddling out of the palace, with her huge billowing gut hanging over her thighs, trying to cross the harsh Tatooine desert.  So she would sit with Jabba on his throne, having been given a small say in things.  Her attempts to mitigate Jabba's punishments were usually failures, but once in a while she would convince him to merely deport or imprison some poor smuggler or bureaucrat, instead of flaying him alive or sending him to a terrible death in the Great Pit of Carkoon.
      Jabba was threatening a minor official from Mos Eisley when a dark caped figure strode purposely to his throne.
      "I must be allowed to..." he trailed off as he noticed Leia lounging in a slatternly manner next to the hutt.  His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he looked at her immense belly, which hung over her legs like an apron.  Her costume was so scant as to have become almost entirely hidden within the rolls and folds of her fattened body.  Only his Jedi training allowed him to maintain his composure.  "...speak," he finished weakly.  He knew now that his presentation had been weak, and Jabba seemed immune to his Jedi powers of suggestion...  
     Laughing at his puny attempts to threaten him, Jabba dropped Luke into the rancor pit...   
---
      Han, Luke, and Chewbacca stood in the skiff full of Weequays and other guards.  "Well Luke, it sure took you long enough," he joked.
      "I got attacked by a Interdictor," said Luke.  "Pulled my X-Wing right out of hyperspace.  I managed to escape, but I burned out the hyperdrive motivator and was stuck on some backwater planet moon for months."
      "A backwater, huh.  Just like Tatooine."  Han laughed.  "Fair enough.  Well, did you see Leia?  Is she alright?  I mean, I've been in Jabba's dungeon the whole time, I haven't seen anyone but this furball."  Chewie grunted.
      "Yeah, about that...you see..."  Suddenly Luke was interrupted.  
      "Victims of the almighty Sarlacc: His Excellency hopes that you will die honorably. But should any of you wish to beg for mercy, the great Jabba the Hutt will now listen to your pleas," 3P0 announced.
      "Leia...she's really..."
      "3P0...you tell that slimy piece of worm ridden filth, he'll get so such pleasure from us! Right?" yelled Han.
      Jabba, displeased, turned his attention to his hutt queen.  It was beneath him to even waste his time seeing the deaths of these miserable scoundrels.  He cooed softly to Leia, who struggled to her feet, barely able to coax her monstrously obese body into movement.  As Jabba leaned back, she climbed up his body to sit on his face, covering  even his wide mouth and nose with her exceptionally fat ass.  Jabba groaned sensually.  "Oh Jabba," she said, doing something she had at last, in her desperate situation, come to enjoy.  But her thoughts were on Luke, Han, Chewie, Lando, and the droids.  She felt totally helpless...
      Jabba groaned, but Leia's thoughts were in a different place.  He groaned again, louder, and he grabbed her with his arms.
      "Oooh, you like that, huh?"  Jabba groaned once more, grabbing frantically at her.  Then he ceased groaning.  Or moving.  "Jabba?  Jabba, are you alright?"  She tumbled down off the hutt's huge body.  Jabba was dead.  She began to waddle through the ship, not really knowing what to do.
     Luke!  He was on the deck with her, but he was busy deflecting blaster bolts.
      "Get the gun! Point it at the deck!" he yelled.
      Leia stumbled towards the gun.  Her entire body was jiggling, from her breasts all the way down to her calves.  She tried to get to the gun, but her giant heaving belly got in the way.
      "I can't reach it!"  she yelled.
      "Leia, watch out!"
      She turned around to see a vibro-axe wielding Gran rushing towards her, his three eyes gleaming maniacally.  Bravely, she moved towards the Gran as fast as possible.  Thrusting out her enormous belly, she pushed the Gran over the deck railing and into the sand far below. Luke smiled at her.  She turned back to the gun.  Approaching it from the other direction, she sucked in her hanging gut, then forced herself past the railing to the platform.
      "Who is that Luke's talking to?" asked Han as he ducked a blaster bolt.  
      "It's hard to see from here, kind of looks like a small Hutt?" said Lando, holding onto a rope for dear life.  "Although it looks more tan than yellowish-green..."
      The sail barge was about to explode.  Luke eyed a rope hanging from the deck.  Hadn't he swung from a rope with Leia one time?  He looked at Leia.  She was smiling, but panting heavily, doubled over with her hands on her knees.  In this posture, her belly nearly touched the ground.  Luke tried to think of a better idea...
      Finally he saw it.  A massive winch, used to transport huge boxes of supplies onto the barge.  He hooked the winch onto the back of Leia's metal panties, then manipulated the controls.  For a moment, the massively fat princess was floating helplessly in the air...then Luke jumped on and directed them toward the skiff.
      Han was suddenly covered in a shadow.  He looked up, wondering what danger might be above him...and the princess crashed down on top of him.  
      "Han!" she yelled.  Luke detached the winch quickly, lest they be pulled away from the skiff.
      That voice, Han thought.  Leia...he scrambled out from underneath her.  
      "What? What...happened? asked Han in astonishment, surveying the gelatinous form in front of him.  Those pert little breasts, replaced by huge pendulous sacks of flesh.  That nice tight ass that he liked so much, converted into a gargantuan cushion.
      "Oh Han, it was terrible...Jabba caught me, and forced me to eat and eat and eat.  But you still love me, right?"  She flung her arms around him, dwarfing his muscular body with her colossal figure.
Han smiled nervously.  "Sure, honey..."
      Luke turned to Lando. "I kind of like the way she looks," he said.  "But something in the back of my head tells me I shouldn't go for it."  
---
      Back on the Mon Calamari frigate, the rebels sat around a command table.  Leia, happy to get out of her slave costume, was wearing standard rebel combat fatigues.  Standard, that was, for your average Krumian, a rotund and elephantine race that had joined the rebellion some months ago.  Even this uniform barely fit her greatly enlarged body.  
      "Say, Princess, do you want to hit the gym?  The Mon Calamari have some really great elliptical trainers," said Han.  
      Leia took another bit of her combat ration bar.  "Oh, I've been so busy, I can't go tonight.  But really Han, I promise I'll get back in shape as soon as we get some free time.  Maybe tomorrow."
      She leaned back on the two standard sized chairs she was sitting on, one for each enormous cheek.  Her slovenly gut bulged out of her shirt, leaving a good deal of it exposed.  She finished her ration bar, then opened another one.  Then she caressed her big doughy belly, kneading it with her hands, folding and unfolding its thick rolls, poking deep into her belly button with her index finger.  The gym?  Maybe not tomorrow, she thought. Or ever...
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i really really love how you included as much as possible from the original movie script but altered it to suit your version of events. Like, the same events happen, but in a different way, like jabba's death, or are referenced but are now impossible, like the rope swing. Even down to the same dialogue. Very very well done.