Watch the full hour of Shaak Ti's transformation, observing every detail
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Shaak Ti collapses onto her side, writhing as her robes strain against swelling flesh. Her modest chest balloons outward with obscene speed—first matching, then surpassing your own enhanced proportions, then doubling them. The fabric tears with wet ripping sounds as breasts larger than her head emerge, nipples darkening to deep burgundy and extending nearly two inches.
"Please," she gasps between convulsive shudders. "The Force—it's doing this to me—"
Her hips crack audibly as bone restructures, pelvis widening dramatically. Her ass swells to match her grotesque chest, each cheek larger than a human head. Her waist cinches impossibly narrow, vertebrae popping as her spine curves into an exaggerated hourglass.
You turn to Lufas, who watches with clinical interest. "The Force gods. I want all four transformed female. The Mother's madness cured. Complete loyalty, obviously. Give them the same template I just used on Shaak Ti."
"Understood." Lufas's gold eyes gleam. "Their purpose?"
"They'll run the new Jedi Order after conquest. As lovers and family—all four of them sexually involved with each other, completely devoted to empire service. The irony is perfect—Force gods enslaved by the very power they embodied."
"The Father will resist conceptually," Lufas observes. "His identity centers on balance and neutrality."
"Then female sexuality will replace that identity completely. I want her desperate for her daughters' touch, obsessed with serving me through them." You glance back at Shaak Ti, whose montrals have elongated, now framing a face contorted in continuous orgasm. "The Order they establish will recruit female Force-users exclusively. Every single one gets this treatment."
Behind you, Shaak Ti's skin glistens with transformation sweat. Her thighs have thickened massively while maintaining elegant definition. Knowledge floods her restructuring brain—imperial protocols, sexual techniques, spy craft, the compulsion to seduce other Jedi into transformation.
"The sisterhood programming is particularly elegant," Lufas notes. "They'll crave each other constantly but form no romantic attachments that might compromise loyalty."
"Exactly. Pure physical obsession between them, absolute devotion to me." You watch Shaak Ti's fingers dig into stone as another transformation wave hits. "How long until the Force gods are ready?"
"I can begin immediately after this demonstration concludes."
Shaak Ti's robes have disintegrated entirely now. Her blue-and-white striped skin gleams in the twin suns' light, every curve obscenely exaggerated. Her head-tails thrash as she experiences her thirty-seventh consecutive climax, mouth open in a silent scream.
The remaining minutes blur together—endless convulsions, her body perfecting itself according to your specifications, her mind restructuring around service and sexuality and espionage.
Finally, exactly one hour after activation, the transformation completes. Shaak Ti lies panting on the stone, her impossible proportions on full display.
"Stand," you command.
She rises gracefully despite her massive assets. "Empress. I exist to serve."
"Then demonstrate what you've learned about serving me sexually."