you watch as grace kickstarts an orgy
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Grace's gold-ringed eyes sweep across the transformed Senate chamber. Every representative now displays either Twi'lek lekku or Togruta montrals, enhanced breasts straining against newly-formed revealing clothing, bodies restructured into identical hourglass proportions.
"Alright, listen the fuck up," Grace announces, her voice carrying across the silent chamber. "You just got transformed into perfect female forms with complete loyalty to Empress Jane Powers. Your entire fucking galaxy now belongs to her empire. Every humanoid across every system just underwent the same shit you did."
A newly-transformed Twi'lek senator touches her lekku experimentally, gold-ringed eyes wide.
"You're all horny as hell right now," Grace continues with brutal honesty. "That's permanent. You'll crave sex constantly but maintain enough self-control to function. You're also programmed to fuck each other—pure physical lust, sisterly bonds, no romantic attachment bullshit."
Cheers erupt across the chamber. Transformed senators embrace, hands exploring newly-enhanced curves with desperate enthusiasm.
"So let's celebrate properly," Grace declares. "Senate orgy, right fucking now!"
Within seconds, clothing tears away. Transformed senators sprawl across desks and floors, mouths finding breasts and pussies, fingers penetrating eager holes. The chamber fills with moans and wet sounds.
Grace doesn't join them. Instead she strides directly toward your hidden alcove, somehow sensing your exact location despite the dimensional concealment. She steps through the barrier as if it doesn't exist.
"Figured you'd be watching," Grace says, eyeing Padmé and Satine. The two transformed warriors are locked together, Padmé's mouth working Satine's enormous breasts while Satine grinds against her thigh.
"Maxine," you call through your comm link. "I need planetary relocation. Move Naboo and Mandalore into the same star system. Add ten uninhabited but terraformable worlds."
"Executing now," Maxine's voice responds. "Relocation complete in approximately forty seconds."
You address Padmé and Satine directly. "You two are now co-rulers of that twelve-planet system. Your mandate: create a culture entirely focused on military recruitment and training. Every citizen becomes a soldier. Preserve Naboo's ecological beauty and extend it to all twelve worlds."
Padmé pulls back from Satine's breast, gold-ringed eyes blazing with warrior focus. "Understood. We'll establish—"
Gion's hologram materializes. "Reporting Gungan extinction. Their underwater cities weren't structurally compatible with the transformation. Approximately six hundred million casualties. Other aquatic species survived."
Padmé's expression falters. "The Gungans helped us against the Trade Federation. They—"
Satine drops to her knees, yanking Padmé's bodysuit aside. Her tongue finds Padmé's pussy immediately, licking with expert precision.
"Oh fuck!" Padmé's protest dissolves into a moan, her hips bucking forward as Satine's mouth works her clit. Within thirty seconds she's coming hard, crying out as her entire body shudders.
None of the others react to the Gungan extinction announcement at all.