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Obi-Wan opened his eyes to darkness.
Last thing he remembered, he was following Fett’s trail with Anakin, Ahsoka, Cody and Rex. They had found their way to a strange unknown planet and chased the bounty hunter into what appeared to be an abandoned temple.
Then nothing.
He groaned in pain and tried to move, only to realise that he was tied to what appeared to be an altar, his arms and legs wide spread. Someone had taken off his upper clothes and shoes, leaving him with only his pants on.
He tried to reach out in the Force only to be met by something sluggish, his Companion of always just out of reach.
“Master?”
“Anakin!”
It was a relief to hear the voice of his dear former padawan. With how out of reach the Force was at the moment, he couldn’t sense him, or any of the others, through it.
“Are you alright?” he asked, trying to adjust his eyesight to the dark atmosphere of the room.
“As much as one can be when tied to a wall!” joked the younger man, and Obi-Wan managed to find the try amusing.
“I can’t see you. Do you know if the others are here too?”
There was silence for a few moments.
“Yeah, Ahsoka, Rex and Cody are here too. Unconscious and attached to the wall like me but they seem fine. I can see you too, but barely… Are you once again attached to an altar, Master?”
“Oh, hush.”
In the following minutes, Master and Apprentice discussed their current situation, guessing that whoever had captured them must have been Jango Fett himself.
At some point, Ahsoka, Rex and Cody woke up, and added their minds to their theories and plan to escape.
An hour passed, and then they heard footsteps coming their way.
Fett’s voice echoed in the chamber, speaking in old mando’a, and light erupted in the room.
Obi-Wan squinted at the sudden assault on his retina, blinking several times to adjust his sight to the change in luminosity.
He could see his friends attached to the wall facing him and turning his head to the left, he watched Fett stepping forward into the room, followed by Boba, who was holding a bowl in which a strange liquid was resting.
Not saying a word, the Mandalorian walked toward Ahsoka first and dipping one finger in the strange mixture that his son was holding, he started to draw runes on her face.
“Hey! What are you doing?!” snapped the togruta, and then she tried to bite his finger away.
Fett escaped the attempts, and once he was done, he moved to Rex, starting to do the same thing.
Obi-Wan watched, puzzled, as the Mandalorian drew strange symbols on the face of every captives and then on his son’s face as well. Once he was done, he instructed Boba to sit on the ground then moved toward the Jedi Master, a dark, greedy look in his eyes.
“Su cuy, cya’re” he said, using that damned pet name again to address Obi-Wan.
“Fett.” Hissed the redhead, “What’s the meaning of this?”
The man chuckled, “Always demanding things. You should know better than that at this point.”
“What do you want?” asked Anakin from the wall, grimacing at the stickiness of the paint that had been applied to his face.
“You all know what I want.”
Obi-Wan snapped.
“If you think for one second that you’re going to gain my favour by abducting me, my padawans and my men, then you are more delusional than I first thought.”
“Oh, I know that cya’re.” said Jango with a smirk, “I know that you think lowly of me. That’s why I brought you all here.”
Fett reached with one gloved hand to put it on Obi-Wan cheek, rubbing his thumb on his cheekbone. Then, using the same painting as before, he drew a rune on Obi-Wan’s forehead and then on his chest and lower stomach.
“You see, this place is special. It can give me what I long the most for.” He smiled, “a spouse and children to dot on.”
Obi-Wan frowned, “And how do you think you’re going to achieve that? Because no one here is willing to help you in your quest.”
“Oh, but you will, cya’re. You will.”
Stepping back, Fett cleared his throat and started to chant in ancient mando’a.
For a moment, nothing happened, but then the energy in the chamber started to grow heavier, and then surprised gaspes could be heard coming from the wall.
Obi-Wan managed to look up in time to see the paintings on Anakin, Ahsoka, Cody, Rex and Boba’s faces had started to glow, and they definitely looked very uncomfortable, twisting as groans escaped them.
“What are you doing?!” he yelled, but Fett didn’t stop chanting.
The glow spread all over their bodies. Impossibly, they started to rejuvenate.
Obi-Wan couldn’t believe it, but it was happening in front of his eyes.
Slowly but surely, he watched as Anakin Cody and Rex de-aged to their teenage years, then with Ahsoka, started to return to childhood. Finally, having caught back with Boba’s age, they all continued to shrink, shrink, shrink until they were toddlers, infants, babies.
Several cries erupted in the room as the five babies lay on the ground, in the pile of their clothes, little, chubby limbs stirring in the air.
Obi-Wan was struck speechless. In less than two minutes, he had seen some of the closest persons to him being turned into babies, completely helpless to stop their fate.
“What… How?” he wondered as Fett stopped chanting.
“I told you that I would get what I want.” Said the man darkly, “But we are not over yet.”
Obi-Wan felt a shudder run through him as the Mandalorian walked toward the babies on the ground, taking them one by one to bring them toward the altar near Obi-Wan.
As Fett put the first baby, and the Jedi Master recognised them as Rex, against him, skin against skin, Obi-Wan felt a wave of overprotectiveness washing over him.
Mine. Said a strange, unknown place of his mind, and he was startled at that. What was happening to him?
As Fett brought the five babies to him, putting them against him, the feeling grew more and more. The rune on his forehead started tingling as a haze clouded his thoughts.
The Mandalorian took one look at his face and smiled victoriously.
“See? I’m already getting what I want, and I’m not even started yet with you.”
“What are you going to do with me?”
“You’ll see, cya’re, you’ll see…”
Then, once again, he started to chant.
Like before, it took a few moments before something happened, but then, Obi-Wan felt the tingle in his forehead spread to his head, shoulders and the rest of his body, enlightening the other runes that Fett had drawn on him.
The energy in the room twisted, howling in his ears, making him feel twitchy. Strangely enough, the babies resting against him stopped to fuss and seemed to fall into a deep sleep.
Obi-Wan had trouble thinking, overcome by the strange feeling his body sent to his brain. The only thing he could think about was the babies by his side.
Looking down at them, he was surprised to see them starting to dissolve into sparkling golden dust that hovered above his body for a few moments. Then something shifted in Fett’s chant, and the dust entered his body.
Obi-Wan let a moan escape him at the feeling of the dust entering in contact with his body, every nerve sensitive, on fire, and needy.
Pressure started to build in his chest as the last bit of dust finally dissolved in his body. He panted in rhythm with Fett’s voice, looking at the area with a frown on his face.
Because where there had been once pectoral muscles, now there was soft flesh and erected nipples. The pressure continued to gather here, and with shaky breaths Obi-Wan was taking, he saw it grow, feeling something gathering there, inflating slowly but surely his chest. Before he knew it, he was past C cup and belatedly realised that he was growing proper breasts. The soft flesh of his chest continues to grow even more, doubling in size in a matter of seconds, not seeming to stop at any point. The areolas of his nipples were dark, large, and full with what Obi-Wan realise was liquid. As his breast continued to grow, the nipples started leaking steadily white fluid that Obi-Wan realised was milk.
He was lactating.
Panicking started to take over him.
“What are you doing to me?! Where are the others?!”
Fett only smirked at him and continued chanting.
A jolt of something ran through his spine, and Obi-Wan arched at the feeling, moaning loudly at the feeling of his breast inflating one last time to reach a size that could rival his head. They were so huge and so heavy and still leaking milk. Their weight was so much that they fall on either side of his chest, pinning him on the altar.
He panted, shuddering as the tingles, now done with his breast, continued downward.
He could feel the change happening without seeing them, how his waist started to thin and his hips started to widen. The muscle in his body started to soften, melting away to leave behind flesh that slowly but surely started to fill with fat. Love handles gathered on his side as his hips widened more and more. Added to the enormous breast he now had, his body had taken a very distinctive hourglass shape. His tights followed suit, filling with fat to catch up with his widening hips, the gap between his legs filling up until nonexistence. He could feel his ass starting to grow too, filling with fat and cushioning him against the cold stone of the altar.
His arms, with had lost their muscle, started to fill with fat and cellulite, and his hands became smaller, softer and chubbier, just like his feet.
His overall silhouette became softer and rounder as he became heavy with more flesh and fat all over his body.
The feature of his face became less harsh, softening into a rounder face, a slight second chin taking place under his first one as his eyelashes elongated. Tingles on his scalp let him know that his hair started to grow out and out and out, becoming a halo of waving red hair around his head, shining with a healthy, maternal glow. At the same time, he could feel his beard falling from his face, leaving bare skin behind.
His hips had continued to widen until they were perfectly symmetrical to his leaking breast, his tights huge. More love handles had found their way to his sides.
His belly had also started to grow rounder as Obi-Wan watched it fill with fat, making it jiggly until it was proportional in size to the rest of his body.
Finally, he felt his manhood shrink and revert into his body to bloom outward into something completely different. The friction of his tights against the new wet, sensitive entrance brought him to the edge of orgasm.
The whole transformation had been wrongly pleasurable to Obi-Wan. To feel her body change and grow had left her moaning and panting in rhythm with Fett’s chant.
The man looked at her changed body appreciatively, caressing her soft form with his gloved hand, and she glared at him through the haze of pleasure.
“Kriff… you…”
He chuckled, his hand drawing downward to find her vulva, and expertly, he zeroed on her newly formed clit, circling it slowly, putting just the right pressure on it.
Obi-Wan threw her head backwards with a cry of pleasure, knowing it was wrong and yet so enjoyable.
“Now, now, cya’re, we’re almost done…”
As he continued to play with her sensitive clit, Jango started to chant one last time, and the jolt of pleasure gathered in her lower body, sending trill upon trill through her newly inflated form.
Something shifted in her womb, and suddenly Obi-Wan felt full like she had eaten a big meal.
Yet, the pressure continued to increase, and her belly started to grow as if it were going to get fatter, but now, the skin was firm and rushing liquid could be heard.
Filling her womb.
Slowly, her belly rounded, growing more and more, and soon enough, Obi-Wan looked like she was five months pregnant with a child. At that moment, a fluttery feeling ran through her belly, and she tossed her head to the side, realising what was happening.
“You… Hgn!”
Jango, who was still playing with her clit, chuckled.
“Yes Cya’re…” he purred darkly, “And it’s only the beginning.”
Breathing heavily, Obi-Wan watched as her belly filled with water and a child, growing steadily, the skin smooth and shiny, into the sixth, seventh, eighth and then nine months. A popping sound let her know that her navel had popped out as the skin of her belly was pulled tight.
It didn’t stop growing thought.
Through the haze of pleasure from the hormones running suddenly through her veins and Jango’s attention on her clit, Obi-Wan watched as her womb filled out with a second child, passing rapidly through the second and third trimesters with twins. Once she passed the size of the term of twins and didn’t stop growing, she realised what was happening to her.
She was going to carry Anakin, Ahsoka, Cody, Rex and Boba!
That what was Jango meant by “getting a spouse and children”.
As her belly continued to inflate past the triplet term, she managed to grit out between a moan of pleasure and a pant.
“I’m never… Going to… Love you… Ngh!”
Jango had pinched her clit, sending a jolt of pain-pleasure down her spine. He stopped chanting for a second to answer her.
“That’s the beauty of this ritual, cya’re, you will.”
Fear shot through Obi-Wan’s body, quickly overcome by more pleasure as her womb shot outward into quadruplet term. Her belly quickly continued its steady growth through the quintuplet pregnancy to finally settle into the term. Only then did the growth stopped.
Jango finally stopped chanting, and Obi-Wan managed to get her mind down from the haze of pleasure of the last minute to realise what had happened to her.
She was huge. Her body was now covered with layers of fat, her breast enormous, each tit the size of her head. But the most eye-catching thing about her new form was her pregnant belly. It stood proudly outward from her body, pinning her to the altar with its weight. It was round, skin pulled tightly, stretch marks marbling her sides. One of the babies would hit the walls of her womb from time to time, stretching it even more.
She lay there panting, waves of pleasure still echoing through her body that was high on pregnancy hormones.
Her breast hadn’t stopped leaking, and twin puddles of milk were slowly expanding from her sides.
Jango watched her shuddering form appreciatively, admiring the curvy shape of Obi-Wan’s new body and loving her softer, fatter look. He gently caressed her pregnant belly, his gaze softening when he felt one of the babies reacting to the touch.
“Now then,” he said, “The finishing touch.”
Obi-Wan couldn’t see him move in front of her spread legs, her belly hiding the view. She had no idea that he was taking his codpiece out or pulling his dick out, but she felt the moment he lay down on her and thrust inside.
A howl of pleasure tore from her throat as Jango started thrusting into her wet, open entrance, chanting once more between pants of pleasure.
This time, she understood what he was saying.
“You belong to me.”
“I…” she moaned.
“You belong to me.” Repeated Jango.
“I… Belong to you…” she said as something changed deep within her mind.
"The person you were doesn't exist anymore"
"The person I was doesn't exist anymore."
“You love me.”
“I love you.”
A thrust deep inside her caressed that spot, and Obi-Wan tossed her head backwards, moaning loudly in pleasure.
“You love being pregnant with my children.”
“I love being pregnant with your children.”
“You love belonging to me.”
“I love belonging… To you…”
“You will always do as I say.”
“I will… Always do… As you say!”
“You are nothing without me.”
“I’m nothing… Without you…”
“You belong to me.”
“I belong to you.”
As she said those final words, Jango thrust one last time into her, and together they fell over the edge of orgasm as the ritual finally ended, erasing entirely what had been General Obi-Wan Kenobi, to leave behind only Obi-Wan, Jango’s cya’re.
The semen of Jango’s cock started to fill Obi-Wan’s full womb, and the lingering effect of the ritual started the growth of a sixth child. Jango, who was lying down against Obi-Wan’s enormous belly, felt it grow once more, pulling the skin even tighter than before until it stopped into sextuplet term.
Obi-Wan was panting, sweat shinning all over her magnificent body, blinking at the ceiling as Jango’s orders settled into her mind, reshaping it to his will.
He slowly drew himself out of her and then walked to be by the side of her head.
She blinked blearily at him ,then smiled.
“Cya’re?” she murmured with her soft voice.
“Lek?”
“Kiss me?”
Jango could only oblige.
***
Soon after that, Obi-Wan fell into a deep sleep, waking up hours later to a white ceiling.
She could feel the faint vibration of a hyperdrive in full mode and realised that she was in Jango’s ship.
Groaning, she tried to sit correctly, only to find herself pinned by her own weight. Frowning, it took her time to remember that she was currently pregnant with Jango’s six children, explaining why she had trouble moving.
A soft smile made its way on her face at the thought of her cya’re. Memories of the events that had lead her to this state eluded her, like a dream we forget after waking up, but it didn’t bother her. She loved the fact that she was almost too pregnant to move with Jango’s children, that she was his.
She didn’t remember that five of the six children in her were once her friends
She had no care whatsoever for her former duties, which were far away from her mind. Why would she care? Jango didn’t care, so she did too. Jango always knew what was good for her, and she trusted him completely.
The door of the small med bay of Jango’s ship opened, and her cya’re looked at her from the doorway with eyes full of love.
“Hey…” she murmured with a smile, and Jango smiled in return.
“Hey, cya’re. Do you need help sitting?”
“Yes, please.”
Jango moved to her side to help her sit on the bed, arranging the pillow in her back to be more comfortable.
Automatically, her hands went to rest against her belly, rubbing the soft skin with reverence.
Jango put his hand on her’s, twining their fingers together.
“How do you feel?” he asked.
“Heavy” she said honestly, “But fine. I haven’t had a such a good night sleep in ages.”
Jango chuckled at that.
“I promise you that you’ll never have to tire yourself out ever again.”
She laughed at that.
“We’re going to raise six children at the same time, it certainly won’t be restful.”
He shrugged, “We’ll have help.”
She tilted her head on the side.
Jango understood the unasked question.
“We’re en route for a secret settlement of Mandalorian in the Unknown Regions. There will be able to raise our family safely together. And maybe one day, once the Galaxy will be done burning itself out, we’ll return to Mandalore.”
“I’d like that.” She said, leaning her head against his shoulder, sighing in pleasure when he ran his fingers through her long red locks, scratching at her scalp.
They stayed in silence for a moment in the med bay, Obi-Wan still caressing her pregnant belly with Jango’s hand in her hair.
“How would you like to call them?” she asked, as she couldn’t remember if they had had this discussion before.
He smiled, his eyes twinkling with a joke only him knew.
“Boba.” He said, “Kote and Rex.”
“That’s only three names.”
“Why don’t you choose some, too?”
Obi-Wan took a moment to consider, and without knowing why, two name came to the forefront of her mind.
“Anakin and Ahsoka.” She said eventually and Jango nodded, still smiling.
“That’s good names.” he said, “As for the last one?”
She chuckled helplessly, “I’ll be honest, I have no idea, cya’re.”
Jango thought for a moment before saying.
“Parjai.” He declared after a moment of reflection.
“Victory?”
“Well, yes. Because I consider those children as our greatest achievement together.”
Obi-Wan smiled, “Yes, they are…”
There was another long moment of silence, both Jango and Obi-Wan enjoying the presence of the other.
“Cya’re?”
“Lek?”
“Say marriage vows with me?”
Jango smiled was wider than before.
“Of course.”
And they did.
***
Three weeks had passed since they reached the Mandalorian settlement in the Unknown Regions. Jango and Obi-Wan had spent them getting a house and socializing with the rest of the Mandalorians here.
Obi-Wan quickly learnt that they were loyal to the one true Mand’alor, which was Jango, and that they were waiting for the right time to take over Manda’yaim once more.
She hadn’t realised that she was going to be the wife of someone so important, but then again, if Jango thought that she was worth the title of be’alor, then she was worth it.
Every single Mandalorians had been more than welcoming of her when she arrived with Jango, fussing about her pregnant belly, saying that she should be more careful.
She had spent her days learning how to sew and knit with the other settlement women, leaving the political aspect to her husband. After all, why would she care about all that? Jango wanted her safe, and happy with children without a care for the issues of the outer galaxy, and she happily obliged him.
Jango knew what was best for her, after all.
She also spent time reading to the settlement’s children, finding a quiet joy at caring for young ones, and she couldn’t wait to meet her own little ones.
It was during the middle of the third week there that her water broke.
Obi-Wan had been bothered by small contractions for the last few days, but nothing too alarming.
But apparently, today was the day.
She was brought to the healing halls of the settlement by the fussing women accompanying her that day, and someone went to get Jango.
Obi-Wan wasn’t scared of giving birth, but she had to admit it wasn’t the most pleasant experience for the moment, as she breathed through her clenched teeth each time a contraction hit.
She was dilated at 7 when Jango arrived.
“Hold my hand?” she asked in a small voice, and Jango took it without hesitation.
Things went both quickly and painfully slow after that, Obi-Wan doing her best to stand firm through the pain of labour, listening to the encouragement of her husband by her side. She could feel the discomfort of her children in her womb as they were compressed by the contraction, slowly but surely guided outside.
She did cry in pain when the first child crowned her lips, and she pushed, the head coming first, then the shoulders. The medical droid was there to reception their first child as they cry out.
Obi-Wan let a shaky laugh escape her, looking up at Jango who smiled back in return.
“You did amazing well, cya’re. But the work isn’t done yet.”
Obi-Wan knew that, still having five children to give birth next.
Thankfully, after the first birth, the rest of their children arrived and cried out in the world relatively quickly, even though the whole ordeal tired Obi-Wan completely.
Once the medical droid was taken care of by the last child, swaddled in a tick blanket, the six of them were brought to Obi-Wan and Jango.
She wanted to see them all, to hold them all, but she knew she didn’t have enough hands.
Still, Jango took the time to put each single of them on the bed and on her, so that she had the chance to bound with them all.
She cried in joy.
“They are beautiful.” She murmured, and Jango bent down to kiss her forehead.
“Yes, they are. Beautiful, healthy and ours.” He said, and there was a dark edge to his voice, but Obi-Wan didn’t care. She knew that Jango was possessive in his love for her, and that he would be too for his children.
“Still…”
“Hum?”
“You were beautiful full of my children,” Jango said, “All round and too huge to move, so helpless…”
Obi-Wan winked playfully at him.
“Then I’m sure that once we’re settled with all of them, we can arrange that.”
He smiled conspiratorially at her.
“I know a ritual that can allow you to become immediately pregnant of several of my children to term if you are interested.”
Maybe if Obi-Wan hadn’t been so much under Jango’s spell, she would have realised how wrong the suggestion was, how the entire situation was wrong.
But she didn’t. All she wanted was to belong to Jango, to be his and be full of his offspring and to raise their children together here, or on Mandalore.
And so she smiled at him and said.
“That sound like a lovely idea.”
And then, Obi-Wan spent the rest of her days as Jango’s spouse. Carrying children upon children of his, almost always full and huge with at least quadruplet per pregnancy. She never cared about the Republic or the Jedi anymore, not batting an eye when an Empire rose from the ashes of the war.
After all why would she care? She was Jango’s only, and she was more than happy about it.