How long is this going to go on? Padme thought as she listened to the holonet, which was detailing yet another explosive battle in the war against the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The galaxy's tearing itself apart, and it's all because of our internal corruption. And she wasn't wrong; as a member of the Republic's Galactic Senate, she had to put up with endless cases of corporate bribes and senators more interested in profiting from loyalty to the Chancellor than actually representing their homeworlds like they were supposed to. In fact, she was one of only two thousand Senators willing to actually criticise the Chancellor and how far he was taking the Republic from its ideals in the name of victory. And then there was her secret marriage to Anakin Skywalker; if that ever got out, the scandal would spell a premature end to her career. It was, of course, an extremely stressful situation.
And of course, Padme mused, high amounts of stress led directly to a good amount of stress-eating. The outspoken senator had taken to venting her anxieties through fine dining, which for a woman of her status was extremely easy to come by. And good days could be even more filling; when one of her proposals actually passed, the celebration feasts she privately threw for herself FAR surpassed those used for comfort. And as any reasonably-educated person knew, all that feasting could only have one logical conclusion. Standing in front of her bedroom mirror, Padme sighed before taking off her clothes and examining her fuller figure. And a fuller figure it indeed was, for she'd started to put on weight from her gluttonous exploits catching up to her.
Now, it wasn't a lot of weight - she could still easily fit in her clothes, and in most cases the extra pounds were quite hard to notice if you weren't actually looking for them. But they were undeniably there, and Padme needed to take them into account when choosing what to wear. Most of the weight was quite subtle; slightly softer biceps and pleasantly fuller thighs mainly. But the weight was more noticeable around the 3 "B's": breasts, butt and belly. Her breasts were a little fuller than before, her bra cups feeling just a little more snug than she remembered. Her belly was also hardly noticeable unless it was exposed like it was now; a petite starter belly taking the form of a minor swell of her midriff, subtly sticking out over her waistband. This was hardly a problem, either, her belly had looked bigger in the past when her recent feasts had left her with a taut food baby straight out of some belly-loving playboy (or girl)'s illicit magazines. In fact, she was actually toying with the notion that this pudge was actually cute, though she certainly wouldn't admit that this was the case. The main target for her extra poundage was her now ample rear, her swollen cheeks having drawn an annoying amount of coverage from the more celebrity-focused holonet channels. But she couldn't mull over her extra pounds forever, especially since her (lovely?) tummy was growling, demanding her to indulge her highborn appetite before her next appointment. This was going to be a LONG day.
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