Padme, fully naked, concentrated in her chambers. She heard of this before, briefly mentioned by her mother when going over Jedi history, but in her arrogance she never thought she'd be a wound in the ****. Now she sat in utter darkness, focusing on what made her powerful. The manipulation of others, manipulating those around her like game pieces. She snorted, even Annie the chosen one, was putty in her hands.
The dark apprentice felt a twinge of success. That was it. She thought. Padme twisted and focussed on the injustice in the galaxy. People plotting against her when she was making the best decisions for them. A few had to die, but that was the price of her power. Padme shut her eyes and kept it up.
It came in waves now, the **** and power flowed back into her. Padme allowed a smile as she strained every muscle of her being. Her muscles flexed and flexed again as she allowed the **** to enter her. Thin biceps became mighty monsters. Abs appeared and deepened as more bulk was put on. Padme focussed until her cock reappeared. Her hand lovingly stroked it as it expanded in size, growing longer, thicker, and harder with every passing second. She could feel balls filling with potent cum; churning factories of sith seed that touched the cold floor.
Padme stood, keeping up the thought of anger and injustice in the galaxy. Her body shook and grew. No doubt her mother felt the rumble of her rebirth in the ****. It was hard not to notice. Her growth expanded so much that Padme felt her hair brush the ceiling. She crouched down, continuing to will the **** back into her as her thoughts grew more depraved. Annie was the chosen one, but she played her. Maybe Padme should impregnany her! And her mothers plans, what good would come of them. Someone far younger, far sexier should rule.
On all fours Padme felt the bulkhead against her back. Her hard cock stretched out of the room and down the hall; any resistance easily brushed aside. She didn't care if she busted this ship apart. The **** was with her; she'd survive anything. An alarm went off, no doubt warning her sluts of her ascension. Footfalls came towards her and the lights came on.
Padme opened her eyes. The ship wasn't being crushed. She was not a 12 foot sith demigod. All in my fucking head. Her anger simmered. Letya kneeled at the doorway, head staring at the floor. "We're coming out of hyperspace mistress."
The past few moments failures bristled and Padme's skin pucked in goosebumps. "Very well. I shall prepare."
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