transform twenty of the potential servants into an Amazonian security unit with their own collective mind link that is optimized for maximum efficiency. while the remaining seven are transformed, one into Victoria's personal assistant with a telepathic link with the maid collective, two into Maxine's Genius Busty assistants, two into dryad groundskeepers, and the last two into a busty dark elf and a busty light elf chef
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You rise from your chair at the head of the conference table, the Servant Gun in your hand. The power of command flows through you as you address your devoted servants.
"Primary Unit Grayfia, bring the twenty-seven potential servants to the main hall. It's time to expand our household."
"At once, Mistress," Primary Unit Grayfia responds with a deep curtsy before dispatching several Maid Collective members to gather the targets.
Victoria leans forward, her enormous breasts pressing against the polished table. "I've prepared dossiers on each potential servant, Mistress. Their skills are quite diverse—security personnel, administrative assistants, groundskeepers, and culinary experts."
Within thirty minutes, twenty-seven confused individuals stand in the mansion's grand hall—a mix of job applicants, delivery personnel, and service workers who had visited the estate recently. They shift nervously under the watchful eyes of the Maid Collective, who have sealed all exits.
"Ladies and gentlemen," you announce, savoring their apprehension, "you're about to receive the opportunity of a lifetime."
You adjust the Servant Gun to its experimental setting, mentally programming it for "Amazonian Security Collective."
A wide beam engulfs twenty of the gathered individuals. Their bodies convulse and transform—men and women alike developing tall, muscular physiques with perfect proportions. Their clothes shred as their bodies expand, replaced by form-fitting black tactical uniforms that accentuate their new athletic builds while leaving plenty of skin exposed. The women develop generous breasts that strain against their tactical vests, while the men become feminine yet powerfully built.
"We are the Security Collective," they announce in unison, their voices a harmonic blend of strength and sensuality. "Our minds are linked for maximum tactical efficiency. We live to protect you, Mistress."
A tall, raven-haired Amazon steps forward. "I am Commander Athena, primary node of the Security Collective. We await your orders."
Without pausing, you adjust the settings again, targeting a petite woman with glasses. "Victoria's Personal Assistant with Maid Collective Link."
She transforms before your eyes, her body becoming lithe and elegant while her business attire shifts into a form-fitting black secretary outfit with a skirt that barely covers her perfect rear. Her eyes glow briefly, establishing the telepathic connection.
"I am Cassandra, Mistress," she announces with a bow. "My mind now bridges both Victoria's needs and the Maid Collective's knowledge."
For Maxine's assistants, you select two university students who had delivered packages. The beam envelopes them, transforming them into busty laboratory assistants with impossibly large breasts, tiny waists, and intelligence gleaming in their eyes. Their casual clothes morph into extremely short lab coats over nothing but lacy lingerie.
"We are Iris and Athena," they introduce themselves, their voices sultry yet analytical. "Our enhanced minds are devoted to Dr. Reed's scientific pursuits."
Two landscapers transform next into Dryad Groundskeepers—their skin taking on a subtle green hue, their hair becoming living vines, and their bodies curvy and alluring in revealing outfits of living leaves and flowers.
"We are Flora and Fauna," they say in melodic voices. "The grounds shall flourish under our touch."
Finally, you target the last two—a food delivery person and a visiting nutritionist. They transform dramatically—one's skin darkening to deep purple-blue with white hair cascading down her back, the other's becoming luminously pale with golden tresses. Both develop pointed ears and perfect hourglass figures with generous breasts barely contained by their new attire—revealing chef uniforms customized to their elven aesthetics.
"I am Nightshade," the dark elf announces with a bow, her voice like velvet.
"And I am Sunblossom," the light elf adds, her voice musical. "Your palates shall know ecstasy under our culinary mastery."
Victoria claps her hands in delight. "A perfect complement to our existing household!"
You survey your expanded collection of servants, each one transformed to perfection and utterly devoted to you.