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He woke up in a way that should not be surprising at all, and yet it still managed to stir something inside his gut. Kylo’s force powers, if to be believed, were something that he displayed in public, it was never hidden. The countless control panels and missing personnel would certainly attest to that. Thus it couldn’t be something that wasn’t premeditated. Although he silently laughed at the idea of the new Supreme Leader doing something with any sort of strategy involved.

The white lights were too harsh, for his state, partially asleep. He blinked to gauge where exactly he was taken, and to try and find the reason behind it. He realised the stiffness was from being propped up on the interviewing chair, although it could hardly be compared to one. It was a glorified metallic surface with four or more clasps for ensuring incidents such as FN-2187 would not occur. 

Even with the knowledge, they were made of kevlar, a giving material, testing them would not bring any sort of result. He still pulled. 

Dread and sweat were slowly creeping up on him. He hadn’t done anything out of the ordinary, maybe interrupting one sentence but surely Ren’s memory of the conference was spare at best, so that could not be it. 

He thunked his head backwards. His collection of knives was nowhere to be seen. Hux didn’t feel them in any of his boots, still dressed, as he fell asleep atop his desk. Ren certainly knew some things. 

The degree of the table meant he was standing up with only his feet on a small platform at the end of the surface. His head was beginning to ache at the temples, like a band snapping in place. Dizziness from lack of sleep wasn’t going to help him break out of here. If luck was on his side, which was definitely a stretch - he wasn’t in the lower levels, where the Scavenger also managed to free herself. It may be becoming a disturbing pattern for the Order. 

Hux couldn’t exactly measure the time passing by, but his blood flow slowed, losing feeling even in his fingers and familiar aches and pains of hunger meant that some hours did manage to tick by. He wondered if staff would come looking for him. 

After Starkiller, Supremacy, Crait and his demotion, he couldn’t say it had been smooth sailing. Still it didn’t answer his question of what he was going to be punished for - surely Kylo wouldn’t be satisfied with him dying out in starvation or dehydration. But if so continued, then he may as well start believing it. Hux gritted his teeth. 

Right now, if his estimation and sleep deprived brain were to be believed it was somewhat around the beta shift, so still early into the night schedule, he was usually assigned to. Probably later on be made to double it. How gracious of his leader. 

His sweat left prints on the inner edges of his gloves. “Maybe if he sweated enough, he’d be able to make haste.” Armitage thought desperately. “Maybe it really was going to be his place of death, afterall it wouldn’t really make a difference to the Order as he now knew it.” Yet it still didn’t feel quite right, he attempted to wiggle out of his restraints again, thinking of how maybe sacrificing a wrist should be worth the possibility of seeing his data pad when the doors opened, and in stepped his perpetrator. 

“Surprised, to see you still haven’t succumbed to your basic needs.”

The vocoder distorted his voice enough, but the familiar glint of glee was there undeniably. Hux felt himself tense despite years of preparation and being accustomed to the Man Child. He couldn’t suppress his response.

“Maybe that’d be the case, if I weren’t trapped here for no reason. What am I supposed to be doing here Ren?” dropping the title may not have been the smartest move, but he was nauseated, and feeling not fully in control of himself or the situation, so he should be forgiven for kriff’s sake. 

Kylo loomed at the entrance, and painstakingly slowly took a closer inspection of Hux as he neared. His flushed cheeks, skin glistening, stench, and him being worse for wear, even showed in how his hair so perfectly styled snapped out of its place. He was excited for what was to come. It was too good to pass on, so he decided with a flick of his wrist locking them together to take off his helmet with a hiss.

“Do you know what time it is General?” He ignored the question. Hux couldn’t help but bristle at the blatant show of being disregarded, like mere stains on a shoe. Yet, he also focused on the fact that Ren seemed to enjoy this situation, and that it was going to last even longer than he was willing to admit, if the ministries were anything to go by. 

“End of the night shift?” He added sarcastically. Adding a few hours couldn’t hurt, it may lead Kylo to perceive he was in a worse state, let his guard down and potentially - make it quicker. 

Ren smiled in return. 

“If that were truly something you’d believe in, then we wouldn’t be here. Half truths will get you nowhere, you realise this, General?” 

Armitage swallowed as quietly as he could, and felt his neck strain, as Ren turned his back.

“It is the time for returning troopers to enjoy their meal after a long and hard journey to support our Order. Although food has been scarce since Crait -” at this, a side glance at him - “it is important for the morale to be kept, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, but what does that have to do with me, Supreme Leader?” The title may not sway him, but he could still muster the mocking tone at least.

“Since our last meeting, there have been rumours of traitors amongst us. It can’t be helped that I have grown curious and decided to investigate them myself.”

Since when? There have been no rumours that he was aware of at least, and even if not in the same position he believed to still be able to keep up with the trains of thoughts, actions amongst the Order. 

“I assure you, I have nothing to do with them Supreme Leader.”

He hummed, back still turned as he made rounds in the circular room. “Although that may be the case, should you not answer my questions, you will be punished Hux” he breathed in his neck, making him shiver, the only exposed part of his body besides his face. He knew exactly what Kylo was capable of, but he had endured more than anyone he knew of his station, it wasn’t going to be different. The ins and outs of the room wouldn’t stop him. 

He hummed noncommittally. It would not matter what he had to say in the end. He knew he wasn’t a spy, yet it all made him feel strangely out of sway either way. Half Truths had to do. 

“Do you have contact with anyone outside of the First Order?”

“I do not.”

Somehow he managed to get even closer, Kylo clasped his shoulders, fingers digging in. “Remember - I said they’d get you nowhere.” His voice sounded strangely elated. 

The Supreme Leader removed himself from his prisoner. It was time for his first dosage. One question may be because he was too excited but it simply couldn’t wait. Night shift wouldn’t last forever. 

“The food at the cafeteria will be quite filling, wouldn’t you agree?” He stood in front of Hux. Armitage didn’t know how he changed his position so quickly. “I realised our soldiers should enjoy themselves, despite the state of our Order. It should help their morale. But they do need to stay in shape, so I decided to test my latest solution here. Do not worry, you will not need anything else for some time.” How could it be that it held such an ominous feeling on his young face. 

“Whatever, is the meaning for it I-” he felt cold. He shivered. Maybe the air conditioning finally turned on - mercilessly. It did not stop there. He felt a weight drop in his stomach. Like a stone, hard and bruising. 

“For every lie, you will be punished accordingly. We cannot let the Order be seen as unjust, can we?”

Hux didn’t understand, his temples were throbbing again. His clinging uniform becomes tighter? Less spacious. His arms seemed to be getting thicker, softer, his sleeves not straining, but becoming stiff to move in. “What is happening to me?” He thinks unclearly. His throat, and stomach were no longer parched and empty as such. He felt as if he had eaten a light supper. An actual meal for once. Full, not uncomfortably so, but sated. It’s strange, but helped to calm his nerves and sooth his mind. The stiffness of his jacket, and pants accompanied and spread through the entire body. Was he becoming larger?

“What is this?” He almost forgot about Ren. He looked up with a scrunched expression, who managed to look serene despite the situation.

“I’ve already told you, this is a way to help our troopers, the brunt of today’s meal will be added but not to their frame. Do not worry however, you may not be able to handle it all at once, we’ve started small.” 

It was impossible. There are at least a dozen returning tonight, and who knows what their victory meal will include. His stomach felt bloated, on the entire surface, pushing his meticulous belt further, and further. He looked as if he swallowed a small, almost flattened jogan fruit. He continued to look down in horror, how this gave him an appearance of a muffin top, that had strained his pants, which dug in further into his stomach. He groaned, as the feeling continued, and his entire body grew and expanded. The belt started to rise atop his stomach which had never existed in such a form before. Going from almost concave to give him a slight curve.

At this moment, from a light supper, he was reminded of being forced to eat and socialise with his coworkers at victory feasts, two large meals setting in heavy and making him droop. He wanted it to stop, his figure would not be recognisable if this continued. His stomach was turning at the same speed into a belly! Going into a pot belly, which his colleagues often sported. 

“Ren whatever this is, stop it this instant” How would he be expected to conduct himself, his clothes stuck to every new curve and he didn’t know how he could still be fed even more! There wasn’t any space left. His previous looks would be lost to this ordeal. 

“I am simply taking care of the situation. Isn’t it the responsible way to go about it? Making sure everyone keeps up, General?” He wanted to touch it but he couldn’t. His limbs are still tied. His breathing was becoming harder and harder due to the constraints of his clothes. From a straight silhouette he looked round and seemed to spill out of his clothes. Which although very stiff were still accommodating. 

Ren decided to have mercy on his victim, and grazed his belt, which snapped, allowing him even more room to expand. He didn’t know how he was still able to become fuller, but the feeling wasn’t stopping at all. He was afraid what he would find if he continued to look down, he snapped his head at the ceiling, and even his shirt’s collar was straining. The clothes creaked, and he knew he must look a complete mess. He wanted to weep for himself, but he didn’t want to give Kylo the satisfaction. His frame was no longer recognisable. He looked pregnant, with the way his stomach jutted out in front of him. Thighs spilled on the table, and he even begun to strain his restraints. It was painful to even lay, his lungs unable to fill completely, since he was stuffed to the brim. 

Kylo once again came closer, and put his larger hand on his ball of misery. He gently pressed, earning a whimper in response. 

“I will see you in two military movements. You may rest now General.” 

With a hiss of the door, he exited. Even if he wanted to, Armitage knew he would not be able to escape. He silently mourned for his lost form, and tried to fall asleep and wake from this nightmare. 

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Maybe it had all been an unpleasant dream. He was a master of changing the odds if necessary to adjust to his sense of reality. Even if he was unwilling to admit that Brendol held some sense that he tended to do that and quite often in order to succeed, whilst trying to coax him into a perfect copy of himself. Be it when he switched off his brain and focused on the room, he was locked in at even the slightest grievance. When he sent him off to all extracurricular training the Academy had offered. He just had to reevaluate the situation, take himself out of the equation, and try to suffer through it.

Surprisingly, waking wasn’t as awkward as the first time. He felt rather satiated. Nearly forgetting he wasn’t in his secluded quarters.

No, he realized - with a look of horror, at being unable to see his feet. A ball of blubber blocked his view quite efficiently, even if he was still laying at a straight angle. It stretched his black jacket, the stripped fabric appearing to be at its limit. He looked and it had somehow softened from the previous - pregnant - look. From stuffed to somewhat bloated. No longer sticking out as much. He decided to survey the damages.

He noticed atop his swollen stomach sat heavily, a pair of moobs. Resembling two balls that strained his undershirt, as it dug into his arms, and for the better word, his love handles. His neck was pushing against his collar as he did so, and his body seemed to jiggle with every move. It was getting harder to swallow down his panic.

His pants were digging desperately into his undersides, long unable to conceal his stomach. They were high waisted and slightly patted. As jodhpurs, he was given some more space to fill in, but he still felt how his thighs had doubled, smashed, where previously a gap had been. His feet ached, swollen, with no room to escape, in his leather shoes.

He didn’t seem to gain more, in his time of rest. Not stuffed to the brim anymore, rather just full. But despite that, the feeling of being in a different body, himself pressing against his clothes didn’t alleviate any pressure.

He hadn’t noticed but his underwear was also digging, further than the pants, squeezing his cock. Hux felt heat pull down in his stomach. He couldn’t possibly be getting aroused in this state?

The door hissed and Ren entered. Always, present at the most inappropriate of times it seemed. He was unmasked, carrying a standing mirror.

“Finally awake I see. I brought something, which may speed up our investigation. And allow you to witness just how far you are willing to go, for your pride’s sake.”

Armitage couldn’t help but feel anxious. “How was he going to leave this room if they continued? What would the bridge say?” Finally turning into a proper higher up, with the lowest position.

“Ren, I do not have more to share, there is nothing you can find on me. You may search my thoughts if you do not believe me.” Maybe it wouldn’t be wise to suggest mind reading, but at this point he just wanted to be able to walk out on his own, and survey how much he actually weighed. He’d have to order a new uniform, surely.

“What would the fun be in that General? ‘Sides, we have a few of our troopers to support, but do not worry I do realise, you have duties to attend to. We do not want to keep you here till the morning shift starts.” Kylo said as he fiddled with something behind Hux’s back. Maybe he had missed something, when Kylo entered, but there wasn’t much to keep one occupied in an interrogation chamber. Unless he figured a new form of torture for him.

Ren emerged with a grey measuring tape, and set up the mirror in front of Hux. He closed his eyes to steady himself, but when he finally looked, he couldn’t believe what met his eyes. He knew he was fat, beyond chubby at this point but the person in the mirror looked nothing like he used to. He turned away with shame colouring his cheeks.

“None of that. You have to realise what landed you here, yourself. I will start with only a few questions and then we will move onto making sure you can walk out of here with some decency left.” Hux could clearly see the way his lips twitched with an unsuppressed smirk. He thought it would finally be over.

“Nothing more to add, General?” He took the measuring tape and put it near his bulging backside. “Lift” He commanded. It was an effort, with the cuffs, and positions and the new mass, he struggled. But managed, while Ren adjusted the tape and met him on the highest point of his middle. He splayed it with his hand, large and warm.

“Would you like to know the number?” Hux shook his head, and felt the way his collar strained.

“First - why do you have a separate server with Mitaka on your data pad?” Kylo didn’t waste any time. Armitage couldn’t possibly say that he was the only person that he actually trusted on this entire ship outside of Phasma. She was already gone however.

“It’s purely for communication reasons, there is nothing to hide there, Supreme Leader.” Giving away most of the information should be enough. But Hux should have known that that is the farthest he could be away from the right answer.

“Your choice, General.” From Kylo’s hand he felt his arousal spread, he started to feel extreme pressure in his stomach, and the feeling of overeating was becoming more and more prominent. He heard his clothes creak, and felt and saw himself expand. His stomach lifted Ren’s hand, again filled to the brim. His chin was yanked abruptly by Kylo’s other hand, and being placed higher than even him, he could see his black mass spread beyond reason. If earlier he could maybe be weighing around 250 pounds, he was certainly getting past 300 now. It was getting painful to think, with how his organs were being squished against his fat. Meanwhile, he still hadn’t gotten any sort of release from his breaches, and he ached to be touched elsewhere.

“I was planning on asking you much more but I do think it will take some time to get you settled. Let’s take these shall we?” He hadn’t even registered, that his hands had gone numbs in the hold. The cuffs now basically painted on, snapped when Ren had cut them off quickly. They fell and stuck to his sides, while Ren moved away from his stomach, after reading the numbers. He looked pleased at what he saw there.

“You will fit them perfectly.” He purred. He left Armitage to his own mortification, when maybe earlier he could have been able to hide most of the damages in his great coat, now, he saw with his own eyes that there was no way of doing damage control. He was certainly massive, and even when just laying down. His feet, he kissed goodbye a long time ago, but how did he still managed to stay somewhat within the confines of his old clothes was beyond him.

Ren seemed comfortable enough, not to feel the need to fill in the silence, as he came back with a bundle of clothes. Without a warning, he cut out his legs, and Hux immediately started falling, with them also being unable to move and him being unused to his new body.

Surprisingly, Kylo caught him, and hoisted him by his sides. He couldn’t help but be aware of how his stomach and his many roles were squished against Kylo’s form. Without another word, he let him peel off his uniform, also shocking him with the gentleness, and the touch he felt after at his sides.

None of them seemed to have energy left, probably for different reasons, be it shame, indifference or energy left to suffice. But - seeing himself previously with clothes on, and seeing himself naked, was a completely different experience. There was an angry hue to his middle, as if he had pushed his own limits, and stuffed himself to the brim. There were small little lines at the bottom of it, and at the top of his legs. He did not wish to turn back and see the rest. The feeling of sleepiness returned in full force, and although he managed to sleep in this room, it was not enough to make him ready to face his upcoming shift.

Ren gave his new clothes to him, and put on a mask. Prepared in all regalia to potentially - oversee the fleet.

“I will be waiting outside to walk you down. But be aware this is not the last conversation we will have, General.”

Hux did not want to look a gift horse in the mouth. Finally, being allowed some privacy, he decided that the sooner, he dressed the better. Lethargic, and unsure in his movements, he struggled with putting on the larger uniform. It fit like a glove, but he still had his old shoes, which he had to force his feet into once he had finished. The belt felt like a reminder of where Ren had placed his hand previously. His cheeks stood out against the blacks of his clothes. Red and puffy, the jacket could barely contain his backside, when he turned. The gloves made his sausage fingers look even more swollen. He had no idea how he was going to survive this shift looking like a stuffed meal. “Was anyone going to even recognise him?” Hux thought desperately.

He didn’t want to linger on what he saw in the mirror. Hux couldn’t believe he was actually leaving this room alive and in one piece. Mostly. Kylo stood with his back turned to the entrance, he turned, and his grin seemed to grow once he took Hux in.

“Ready for the greatest shift of your career, General?” He proceeded to hold up his arm. Unwilling to gain even more weight before this nightmare marathon Armitage accepted, while trying to ignore how he waddled and jiggled with every step they took. This was going to be intense, but he was going to enter with his head held high, may every crew member be damned.

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Getting to his desk took surprisingly shorter than he imagined. He couldn’t ignore the way his clothes creaked with every step they took. The weight encompassed him from all sides and now allowed him to actually feel too warm, instead of the cryptic cold he felt in the interrogation room. His puffs and sighs echoed loudly through the corridors as they walked, and he continued to sweat profusely. He had no idea how he was going to manage the tasks, and assignments he knew were stored up and waiting for his arrival.

Hux was trying to convince himself that this situation could have ended a lot worse, and the crew regularly saw his bruised neck, or body tossed around by Ren. This was just another way his body was taken away from him. All he could do now was try to get through and face his comrades. If they could be called that.

He felt every step extremely, when his heavy stomach rippled. He couldn’t believe this was his body. That he didn’t wake up in a different reality or was not dreaming. His swollen fingers gripped Ren’s arm for support, but he could feel the strain and each shift of his middle, he was not used to carrying around so much body mass. This was an entirely alien experience. When they reached the blissful elevator, he gripped the handle bars at the sides and almost broke down. But he knew if he did sit, he would not be getting up, and he highly doubted Kylo was going to be of any assistance. The elevator let out a scratching noise and lifted them out of the hellish lower levels. A thought of being too much for it crossed his mind, but he did not want to tempt fate even more, so he quickly closed that train of thought.

Last few paces of the corridor seemed to have the walls close in on him, and the clothes restrict his breathing. Hux had to make the best of this, and he could not let anyone see how much this was costing his dignity. This could mean another session or whatever treatment the others deemed just for him. There was no protection or respect he had left, and in this case it could end up costing him his life. He did not want to go out in such a way or be stuffed down a shoot.

Kylo made a vague gesture which signaled the change of light and the door hissed open. Slightly warmer lights illuminated their silhouettes. Sounds of machines wiring, endless typing, beeping and engines could be heard. No chatter whatsoever. It felt almost too loud to breathe. He had tried to suck in his stomach, even if he would have denied it completely. It would not have changed a thing.

Possibly due to Ren’s presence there were no opinions voiced out loud but a distant murmur seemed to make its way across the room. Hux felt endless eyes on him, on his skin, even if there were less than two dozen men stationed. He realized with a sudden horror, that he would have to make his way across all the platforms and somehow fit, in the graciously given chairs. The journey was not over yet. Ren rested a hand on one of his rolls on his back and Hux knew if he didn’t make it himself he would be shoved forward.

It felt terrifying to walk and try to tune out the sounds of his body, the strain of the uniform, the glances from horrified? gleeful? curious? Eyes. He would not be getting to his room unbothered, he was certain of it.

With whatever determination was left in him, he sat upon the edge where he tried to lower himself into his station. He heard the echo of his shoes and weight made across the room. Now came the part of trying to fit in. But maybe he could finally rest his legs, and knees. Hux could not believe that a walk from interrogation rooms could have ever made him this physically exhausted in the past but here he was. He panted and felt the pain of the belt, when he bent forward to catch his breath.

Fortunately, the chair did not have severely restricting sides. He just hoped it would hold his new weight. It creaked ominously and he felt himself sink, and squeeze into the space he was given. His stomach spilled on his lap as he sat down, much higher with the added backside. Hux finally saw it in its full view. It sat protruding. He could not even move the chair closer, so he tried to grab the sides and force himself, but again he had a new addition which dug into the top of the control.

He had no idea how he was going to take care of measurements, diagnostics, maps and overviews. Another wave of fear, anxiety, and stress washed over him. “How was he supposed to get anything done in this state?” He despaired.

In the back of the hall, he could still feel Ren’s oppressing nature. He could not be wasting time. So, wet, overwhelmed, feverish, he opened his station. With every pull of his arms, with every switch he had to change, the top dug into his middle, and the belt burrowed itself into the soft underbelly. More sweat poured from his armpits, and he felt his face glistening with it. The tops of his enlarged legs dug into the machinery, and kept swiping it with every shift. His arms ached, with the way he had to extend them and reach up, up, towards whatever was required, or when a new coordinate pinged. He could feel the strain in every part of his body, despite sitting down.

The clock's time seemed to go slower with every tick. His eyes felt droopy with the lack of sleep, and new sensations surrounding him. This was exhausting and he hadn’t even begun the shift to its full potential, not to mention what hours he may have to make up for. He prayed silently they would not send him to retrieve documents, he barely sat down, with a dread settling on his back, an understanding came to him. He would not be able to get out of his station. This was a trap. No way out except up.

Hux did not have the strength to focus on the ringing bells of alarm that awakened.