Perhaps she should have worded it differently...

The world seemed to ripple around her, the fabric of reality itself bending and shifting. As the sensation subsided, Azula blinked away the nausea caused by the rushing colors and found herself in a very large and grand bedroom. One vastly different from the damp, storm-ravaged forest she had been in before. The room was grandiose, certainly befitting royalty. Rich crimson and gold tapestries adorned the walls, depicting scenes of ancient Fire Nation conquests and the legendary dragons. Portraits ranging from Fire Lord Yosor, Chaeryu, and Sozin all the way to her grandfather and namesake Azulon…then finally her father, Ozai. The perfectly polished floor was covered with a luxurious, deep red carpet, and ornate furniture crafted from the finest ebony wood was strategically placed around the room. A massive bed, draped in silk sheets and plush pillows, dominated the space.

Azula marveled at the grandeur, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns on the walls and ceiling, where a chandelier of gleaming crystal and shining gold hung, casting a warm, golden light. She was in the Fire Nation palace, that's for sure, but it seemed to be before her brother began…redecorating. The barely audible hint of servants bustling about outside the room, their hushed whispers and hurried footsteps leaks through the thick, intricately carved

As she sits up, she feels an unfamiliar weight settling between her legs and a new sensation in her body, an odd but thrilling sense of power and presence. Curious, and slightly apprehensive, she looked down.

Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her transformed body. Her figure was still lean and athletic, but now there was something undeniably different. She is currently wrapped in a very loose and soft silken robe, crimson with golden threads adorning it's edges. She had definitely developed more muscle than she remembered but also….nestled between her legs…there was a remarkable addition—a fat fucking cock. It was impressive, both in length and girth, exuding a sense of potent virility…or perhaps that was just two pulsating orbs beneath her new dick that seem to churn and squirm together in her sack.

Azula’s heart pounded with a mix of shock and perverse delight as she examined herself further. Her shaft was thick, with a prominent, veined surface leading to a rounded, sensitive head. It hung heavily, a testament to her newfound power and unique status. The weight of it was both foreign and exhilarating, sending a shiver of anticipation through her. Her fingers brushed against it lightly, and she gasped at the intense wave of pleasure that coursed through her.

The implications of her new rule began to dawn on her. She was not only the rightful heir but had also gained a body that symbolized an extraordinary form of dominance and strength. The possibilities were endless. She could command respect, fear, and perhaps something more primal from those around her. This change was not just physical; it was a rebirth of her identity and her ambitions.

Azula’s laughter, rich and resonant, echoed through the grand halls of the palace. She felt invincible, her mind racing with plans and schemes that her new form would enable. The Fire Nation...no, no...The World was hers to command, and she wouldn't be stopped from reshaping it to her will.