After her fall to the dark side and her subsequent takeover of Coruscant, Rey investigates a silent cloning facility, unleashing a power the Force itself cannot subdue.
Contains: Sith Rey (Female), Jana Jakorr (Futa/OC)
Size difference, body modification, dom/sub, clothing destruction, degradation, hyper cock (48+ inches), hyper tits, huge tits, breast expansion, Force/magic, excessive precum, excessive semen, anal penetration, vaginal penetration, cum bloating, cock bulging, mind break/ahegao, corruption, four-armed character, lactation, gaping, mating press
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The skies over Coruscant rippled with the arrival of a thousand Star Destroyers.
Rey - Empress Palpatine - watched dispassionately the city-planet from her command deck aboard the
Fury.
Their fear washed over her in waves. She could feel the terror of trillions of beings realizing that, in the blink of an eye, the New Republic had fallen.
No weapons fired, for there was no need.
Where once, such terror would have pained her, now she drew strength from it. It fed her connection to the Force, it made her strong, it made her
invincible.
She knew that, to keep the galaxy secure, to keep the people safe, she had to rule over them. She had to wring out the weakness that had allowed The First Order to rise. There could be no rebellion, there could be no resistance. War was the consequence of failure.
"Empress." Grand Admiral De'tuun's crisp voice drew her attention from the metropolis below. "Their ships stand down."
Rey nodded, her voice an emotionless mask. "Send in our troops. I want control of the Senate and the Imperial Palace within the hour."
She noted well how the man's eyes ran down her body, unable to resist the appeal of her new body. She had become a testament to the corrupting power of the dark side - in a most deliciously sinful way. Where once she'd been lithe and athletic, now her figure had swollen into something worthy of the filthiest holovids.
Her massive tits strained against the thin strips of black fabric that criss-crossed her torso, each heavy globe far surpassing a man's head in size, wobbling and bouncing about with every footfall. Her waist had remained trim, but her hips had widened dramatically, leading to an absurdly huge ass that swallowed anything she wore, and especially the strip of black cloth that was meant to cover it.
Her legs were covered in thigh-high stockings from which the abundant flesh of her thighs overflowed, and the high heels she wore only helped accentuate the enormity of her ass and the sculpted fullness of her legs.
"At once, Empress. But... there is one more thing you should be made aware of," De'tuun dared ask. The man knew well the wrath of a Sith Lord and his fear shone like a beacon in Rey's mind - along with his arousal.
She turned her gaze back to Coruscant. "Speak," she commanded.
Through the force, the woman could feel the man's hesitation, the way his heart quickened as he prepared to deliver news her feared might displease her. She could also feel how his blood was pooling at his crotch, his eyes unable to tear themselves away from the huge, pale globes of her ass.
Gone was the serious man that had entered the command deck moments ago. In his stead stood a bumbling fool reduced to idiocy by the mere sight of her Force-enhanced body.
"W-well, our forces have secured most of Emperor Palpatine's hidden facilities across the Core Worlds," he began, each word measured as if walking through a minefield. "Including ten cloning installations previously unknown to us. The chief geneticists at most of these facilities have made contact with us and have pledged their allegiance to you."
He paused, swallowing hard. Sweat beaded at his temples despite the command deck's carefully regulated temperature.
Rey turned her head just enough to fix him with a sidelong glance. Her eyes, now a deep orange, burned from beneath her hood. The slight movement was deliberate, serpentine - a hunter's motion.
"The ninth remains silent," he finally finished, the words barely more than a whisper.
While her predecessors - Sidious, Vader, and even those ancient lords of the Sith - might have lashed out as such news, might have given in to the rage that coursed through their very beings, Rey remained perfectly still.
She'd taken the name Darth Tiddious upon claiming her grandfather's throne, a mockery of the old Emperor's name that reflected her corrupted form - particularly her enormous, gravity-defying tits that had swollen to such legendary proportions under the dark side's influence.
While Palpatine had been withered and decrepit, Rey's body was a testament to carnal excess, her body warped into a hypersexualized parody of feminine curves.
"Keep monitoring the situation and make ready my shuttle. I wish to make contact with this installation myself," she commanded, her voice a husky purr that made the admiral's cock twitch in his trousers.
The spike in arousal she felt from him was intoxicating. She could sense the desperate arousal as his eyes remained fixed on her ass, devouring the sight of those tremendous cheeks.
"And Admiral?" She turned fully now, letting him take in the sight of her titanic udders, straining against their bindings, nipples tenting the thin fabric. "Do keep your mind on your duties."
Da'tuun's face turned scarlet as she caught his thoughts, knowing full well he'd been imagining burying his face between those Force-enhanced udders.
