From Princess to Pig
Jabba didn’t just capture me—he transformed me. Day after day, he forced me to eat greasy Tatooine feasts, rich cakes, and endless bantha milk until my body betrayed me. My once-toned curves are gone, replaced by soft, jiggling fat that spills over the throne. I’m helpless, bloated, and his. Do you think I could ever escape… or do I secretly love being his overstuffed princess?
