I think this my third Rey story. Fight me. Hourglass/lac/mini-gts.
Rey deeply exhaled in her training space on Ahch-to, centering herself. She stretched out one hand, pointing out over the vast ocean, and willed the Force to flow through her- she would master the lightning, one of these days. Continuing her steady breathing, Rey gathered up energy, feeling it coalesce in her fingertips.
“Let the Force flow through you,” she told herself. With another slow exhale, Rey attempted to release the gathered energy in her hand, and visualized the bolt of lightning arcing out over the waves. The jedi felt the built up power release, but not how she expected. Before she could react, Rey’s form-fitting robes stretched with her growing form. The ground fell away as she stretched even taller; she was already above average in height, but now she was far and away at least a head above a fellow human.
The tears in her robes became more pronounced as her curves filled in, both top and bottom. The fabric crossing over her chest bulged out and apart as Rey’s tits swelled, surpassing handfuls in the blink of an eye, then beyond head-sized in a few seconds. Without even thinking, she pulled her tunic apart, freeing her huge–and still growing–breasts. Rey didn’t have much time to dwell on her outsized chest as she felt her pants tear as well, and her focus was temporarily drawn to her ass.
Threads popped around her thickening booty, the darker fabric sprouting holes just like her top. Rey sank a hand into one of her pillowy cheeks, discovering the contrast between her figure now and what it had been moments ago. The leather belt around her waist twisted and groaned, finally snapping from the force of her widening hips and plumping ass. With nothing left to hold them up, the remnants of her pants fell to the ground, leaving her in just some undies and what was left of her shirt.
Rey’s attention was brought back to her chest- it hadn’t stopped growing while she was focused on her butt, and now her giant tits nearly covered her torso. Beyond that, there was an intensifying pressure building within them. Rey cradled her breasts in her arms; there was almost too much to hold. Her dainty hands absent-mindedly sought out her fattening nipples, gently grasping them, and a tremble ran through her, tempting her to play with the thick nubs.
She couldn’t resist, even as her whole body was continuing to change, what was left of her clothes didn’t fit in any direction, and she was only getting bigger- taller, curvier. A subtle panic set in, growing stronger, as her tits overwhelmed her arms, her nipples growing out of arm’s reach.
Trying to calm herself, Rey repeated her mantra: “Let the Force flow through you, let the Force flow through you, let the Force flow through you, let-”
The pressure in her tits was finally relieved as milk gushed from her nipples. Rey moaned aloud and tumbled to the ground, finally overcome by the sensation. “Let the Force flow… out of you?!”
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