you leave the temple and tell Maxine to fix an issue
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You turn back to the kneeling council members before leaving. "All duties are paused until every Jedi meets the new standards I just outlined. No exceptions."
Order nods immediately. "Understood, Empress. We'll establish assessment protocols."
You stride from the chamber, the ongoing temple orgy continuing unabated around you. Transformed Jedi fuck systematically across every surface, moans echoing through ancient halls.
"Maxine," you call through your comm. "Three critical errors need immediate correction."
"Already reviewing the transformation data," Maxine's voice responds instantly. "What am I looking for?"
"First: all former humans were transformed into Twi'leks or Togrutas. They should have remained human with the standard enhancements."
Silence for exactly forty-three seconds. "Found it. Parameter override in the species selection algorithm. The humanoid classification got misread as 'all humanoids convert.' Fixing now."
You feel reality shift subtly. Across the galaxy, millions of transformed Twi'leks and Togrutas suddenly revert to human form—still female, still enhanced with enormous breasts and wide hips, still absolutely loyal with gold-ringed eyes, but definitively human in facial features and body structure.
"Second issue," you continue. "Yoda is too short. Minimum adult height in my empire is five foot ten inches. Since she's now an elf, minimum height for elves is six foot six, maximum six foot ten."
"Adjusting now," Maxine confirms immediately.
You turn back toward the council chambers just in time to watch diminutive elf Yoda suddenly stretch upward. Her silver hair lengthens as her entire frame extends smoothly, breasts swelling proportionally, until she stands at exactly six feet eight inches tall with perfectly elegant elven proportions.
Yoda examines her new height with those ancient eyes. "Better, this is. Proportionate to power, physical form should be."
"Third," you state flatly. "Remove 'grotesque' as a descriptor for breasts. Regardless of size, they're never grotesque."
"Parameter updated," Maxine responds without hesitation. "All existing descriptions retroactively adjusted. Breasts will be described as enhanced, enormous, massive, spectacular—any appropriate adjective except grotesque."
Padmé and Satine's tactical bodysuits suddenly adjust slightly as the descriptor shifts in reality itself—their breasts remain the same massive size but are now simply 'spectacularly enhanced' rather than grotesquely so.
"Errors corrected," Maxine confirms. "Transformation parameters now operating as intended. No further anomalies detected."
You nod with satisfaction. The galaxy-wide transformation is now functioning perfectly.