Use the Servant Gun to give Emma Frost dramatically larger curves
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You adjust the Servant Gun's settings, inputting precise parameters for Emma's enhancement. The White Queen watches the device with keen interest, her telepathic awareness picking up every detail of your intentions.
"Ready?" you ask, though it's more courtesy than question.
"Absolutely," Emma replies, straightening her posture.
The beam strikes her with brilliant intensity. Emma's body responds immediately—her already impressive breasts swell dramatically, expanding until they rival Power Girl's enormous proportions. Her waist contracts while her hips flare wider, creating an even more exaggerated hourglass. Her white suit strains at the seams before tearing at strategic points, revealing expanses of pale skin.
"Magnificent," Emma breathes, running her hands down her newly enhanced curves. "I can feel the difference in how others will perceive me now."
As she examines herself, you pause, considering the other faculty members. "Actually, there's one more thing," you announce, accessing the gun's experimental setting.
You quickly program a new transformation: Perfect Teacher. Enhanced pedagogical abilities, infinite patience, intuitive understanding of student needs, ability to adapt teaching methods instantly, and curves that command attention while maintaining professional authority.
"Call in your senior staff," you instruct Emma. "All the teachers and administrators."
Emma's telepathic summons brings them within minutes. Dr. Cecilia Reyes arrives first, followed by Dr. Moira MacTaggert, then Rogue, and finally several others you hadn't met during the tour—a blonde woman named Jubilation Lee, a red-haired woman who introduces herself as Madelyne Pryor, and a stern-looking brunette called Betsy Braddock.
"Line up," you command. They comply immediately, forming a neat row.
You sweep the Servant Gun across all of them in rapid succession. Each transformation takes only seconds—breasts enlarging, waists narrowing, professional attire adjusting to reveal strategic amounts of skin while maintaining an air of authority. Their eyes glaze momentarily as pedagogical knowledge floods their minds.
"Perfect," you say with satisfaction. "You're now the most effective educational staff on any Earth."
"Thank you, Divine Empress," they chorus in unison, their voices melodious.
"Power Girl, Wonder Woman," you address your companions, "we're returning to Themyscira. I want to check on the Amazons' progress."
"Yes, Lady Jane," Power Girl responds, while Wonder Woman simply nods.
Emma escorts you to the front lawn where the drop ship waits. "Will you be returning soon, Empress?"
"Perhaps," you reply, ascending the boarding ramp. "Continue your excellent work here."
The ship lifts off smoothly, banking toward the orbital teleportation station. Through the viewport, you watch Xavier's mansion shrink below.