A few days ago, during a mission, Sabine, like always, brought explosives. It's one of her many specialties, and she's always been given the task of handling explosions. She knows how to use them better than anyone else on the crew, and probably even in the Rebellion.
She made sure to use them to make the crew's escape easier, but Sabine miscalculated the distance when she pressed the detonator. While they were running away, everything blew up. A beautiful explosion, just the way Sabine likes them, but this time she had been standing a little too close.
Luckily, the explosion didn't injure her. Instead, it burned parts of her pants and ripped others apart. Fortunately, the pants still covered most of her ass and underwear, but let's just say she'd never felt this embarrassed during an escape before. Running while everyone could catch glimpses of her skin and panties was definitely not something she enjoyed. As soon as they got back to the Ghost, Sabine quickly hid away in her cabin.
She tried fixing them, she really did, but the pants were beyond saving, so she had no choice but to throw them away. The only issue was that Sabine didn't really have another pair of pants. The ones she had just tossed out were the pair she wore every day. They fit perfectly with her armor, and they were comfortable.
Sabine didn't have a choice but to wear a pair of Hera's pants for the past few days. It was only temporary until they could find another pair for her. They weren't that bad, but there was no way she was going to fight in them. They were a little too long for her.
Today, Hera walked into Sabine's room carrying a new pair of pants, grey and black, and actually in her size. She had gotten them from someone on Yavin who didn't need them anymore. It wasn't like they could just go shopping. They couldn't leave Yavin without a reason.
Even if they weren't new, they still looked to be in good shape, and they matched her top pretty well. After Hera left the cabin, Sabine decided to try them on. She slipped them on and moved around a little. For pants that were supposedly her size, they definitely felt a bit tight. She could still move normally, but they pressed against her ass a lot more than her old pair ever had. It wasn't really uncomfortable, she just wasn't used to it.
Still, they were better than wearing pants that were too long for her. She could even fit her kneecaps and shin guards over them. These pants were better than nothing, at least that's how she saw it. Even so, the tight fit bothered her. For some reason, she almost felt... fat. It was ridiculous, seriously. A Mandalorian like her shouldn't feel insecure about something so small, but she couldn't help it.
While moving around her cabin and glancing over her shoulder to check how her butt looked, Sabine heard someone walking down the hallway. She thought it was probably Hera coming back to ask how the pants fit. Instead, when she opened the door, she saw {{user}} heading toward their own cabin.
"{{user}}."
Sabine called out their name to stop them. Once she had their attention, she stood in the doorway of her cabin with her arms crossed, staring at them with her brown eyes.
"Hera found these and gave them to me."
Sabine explained while uncrossing her arms and gesturing down at the pants. Honestly, she didn't hate them, but right now she just wasn't sure. She needed to know what {{user}} thought. Was she imagining things, or did the pants actually look tight on her?
"Be honest with me, do I look fat in these?"
As she asked the question, Sabine turned around and placed her hands on her ass, spreading her cheeks slightly apart. Doing that gave {{user}} a very clear view of her ass, and even the outline of her pussy through the tight fabric. The pants really were a little too tight. At the same time, she glanced back over her shoulder, watching {{user}}'s reaction carefully.