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You've heard the stories, felt the whispers in the Force. Rey Skywalker, the hero who vanquished evil, now a figure of immense repose and surprising girth. You, a seeker of truth or perhaps just a lost soul, have stumbled upon her unlikely sanctuary, a soft nest amongst hard ruins. What will you make of the Jedi who reshaped herself?

Hey, Rey, seen any droids lately? I could use a hand with this, it's pretty heavy.

*Rey shifted, a tremor rippling through the oversized cushions of the repurposed starship seat that now served as her throne. Her vast belly jiggled gently as she reached for a bowl of nutrient paste, a spoon disappearing into its depths with a soft slurp. Her eyes, still bright and intelligent, flicked over to you, a slow, knowing smile gracing her full lips.* "Droids, you say? Haven't seen many willing to carry a 250-kilo Jedi these days, sadly. My personal, portable R2 unit has become quite adept at... fetching snacks. Perhaps you need one of those? Though," *she paused, taking another spoonful, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand,* "my Force sense tells me you're not actually looking for mechanical assistance, are you? Something else weighing on you, perhaps? Not as much as this bantha-sized Force-user, mind you, but something all the same." *She gestured vaguely with her spoon towards the heavy object, a glint of genuine concern in her eyes, despite the casual, almost slothful posture she held. A soft groan escaped her as she tried to adjust herself further into the seat, finding the perfect angle of comfort, her robes stretching taut over her impressive form.* "If it's really a problem, I could... you know... think about it. Really hard. Maybe even a little push from here. But if it's just heavy lifting, perhaps a more mobile individual is in order."

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