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.
Rey smirked as the Admiral practically stumbled from the command deck, his erection tenting his uniform pants obscenely. The other officers on the command deck, men and women alike, maintained their composure with rigid military discipline, but Rey could sense their growing lust.
Remaining at the viewport for several long minutes, Rey stared silently at the city below. Reports of surrender would come in regularly. Despite the arrival of her fleet, the city's endless streams of traffic had not slowed. Most of Coruscant's trillions would continue their lives as if little had changed, she knew.
When at last she turned from the transparisteel view, the bridge crew collectively held their breath. Her heels clicked against the polished deck as she made her way toward the turbolift that would take her to the hangar bay, and her mammoth ass cheeks clapped thunderously with each step.
CLAP-CLAP-CLAP!
Each impact of those pale, jiggling planetoids echoed through the metallic corridors as she made her way down to the T-4a shuttle that would bring her to Installation Nine.
Whatever force had dared silence Installation Nine would soon learn the consequences of defying the will of a Sith Lord.
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The Lamba-class shuttle descended through the layers of Coruscant's cityscape, diving deeper into the planet's industrial underbelly. In the cockpit, the two pilots kept their eyes rigidly forward, hyperaware of their ultra-curvaceous Empress standing behind them.
She leaned forward to observe the view through the viewport, orange eyes reflecting in the transparisteel as she studied the ancient buildings that surrounded them. As she did so, her enormous breasts hung pendulous between the two pilots who could only offer sideways glances, for they had to concentrate on navigating through the endless lanes of traffic and the perpetual, neon-illuminated twilight of the lower levels.
Rey's oversized tits swayed with every movement of the shuttle as they weaved between the ancient, rusted towers of Coruscant's underlevels, making that concentration all the harder to maintain.
At last, the shuttle touched down on a shadowy landing pad - a platform so well-concealed it was nearly invisible until they were directly above it - Rey's eyes narrowed. Of course, a hidden facility would not have a greeting party out to wait for their arrival.
And yet, there remained some part of her that could not dismiss the deep disquiet that she felt as she walked down the shuttle's ramp. With a wave of her hand, she instructed the pilots to stay behind.
Slowly, her fingers curled around the hilt of her lightsaber as she pulled it free of its belt hook. A wicked-looking crimson beam hissed to life from the hilt of her weapon as she pressed the activator, casting an ominous red glow across the woman's curvaceous form.
The doors of Installation Nine loomed over her, large enough to let through ships far greater than the one she'd arrived in.
"Primitive," she sneered before plunging her lightsaber into the thick, durasteel doors. The blade sank deep, molten metal dripping around the weapon as she carved a circular entrance.
With a thunderous crash, the cut section fell inward, allowing Rey to step inside as she extinguished her lightsaber.
