Transform all twelve at once with a slower transformation tailored for the most compatible two would be a Busty Perverted household tailor their assistant they would make fittings fun with casual groping and slight sexual Harassment all in good fun never crossing any lines while make ay sexual innuendo they could. six would be a cybersecurity/IT collective responsible for anything involving computers and software they answer to Commander Athena as such they would also be Amazonian warriors, Gabrielle Stone, and Kylie Winters would be co-primaries in this collective. The last four would be Busty Handywomen Master of all trades they would Be live in Plumbers, Carpenters, Electricians, Metal Workers, Welders, Forklift Drivers, Heavy Machine Operators, Manufacturers, and specialized vehicle drivers. They would handle construction of new addon, Renovations, and basically build by hand all furniture requested they would automatically build everything to code with needing to constantly make sure they are follow the most updated code they would also have enhanced strength. all twelve skill wise they are the best in the world thanks to the gun enhancing them, they would also have enhanced attention to detail to ensure unequaled quality only something made by Maxine would be higher quality
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You gather the twelve candidates back into the conference room, your enhanced presence commanding their attention as they return from the refreshment break. The Servant Gun materializes in your hand with barely a thought.
"Ladies, thank you for your patience," you announce, confidence radiating from your towering frame. "We've made our decision about your applications."
The candidates exchange nervous glances, completely unaware of their true purpose here. You adjust the Servant Gun's settings, programming three distinct collective transformations with meticulous detail.
"Rather than individual interviews, I believe a group demonstration is more efficient," you declare, raising the gun before they can react.
Your finger presses the trigger, and a wide-angle purple beam engulfs all twelve women simultaneously. They freeze in place, their eyes widening as the transformation energy courses through them.
"The transformation will progress more slowly than usual," Maxine explains, entering the room with monitoring equipment. "This allows for more complete integration of the collective consciousness and specialized skills."
The candidates' bodies begin to change, starting with their proportions. Chests swell dramatically beneath blouses and dresses, waistlines narrow, and hips widen. You observe with satisfaction as Sophia Chang and Jennifer Wu's eyes glaze over with cybernetic patterns, their bodies growing taller and more muscular while maintaining feminine curves. Beside them, Gabrielle Stone and Kylie Winters develop pronounced musculature, their frames expanding to match Commander Athena's Amazonian build.
"The collective consciousness is forming," Vanessa whispers to you, her empathic abilities detecting the emerging hive minds.
The twins, Fiona and Felicia, undergo their transformation into perverted tailors with visible excitement, their fingers lengthening for precise measurements as their clothing transforms into revealing, tailored uniforms with measuring tapes draped around their necks.
"Oh my," Felicia gasps, her voice taking on a sultry tone as her mind fills with tailoring knowledge. "I can't wait to take your measurements, Mistress."
Dr. Rebecca Frost and her designated handywoman collective partners watch with fascination as tools materialize on belts around their waists, their bodies gaining defined muscles while maintaining lush feminine curves.
"Structural integrity calculations complete," Rebecca announces mechanically, her mind now processing building codes automatically. "All potential renovations pre-approved to exceed code requirements by 43.7%."
The transformation continues for nearly thirty minutes, during which each collective's specialized knowledge and abilities integrate completely. When the process finishes, they stand before you in their new forms - the six Amazonian cybersecurity experts towering in matching tactical gear that emphasizes their enhanced busts, the twin tailors in revealing measuring outfits already eyeing everyone for potential fittings, and the four handywomen with tool belts slung low on curvy hips, their enhanced muscles visible beneath tight work shirts.
"How do you feel?" you ask, surveying your newest servants.
"Operational at 100% capacity," responds Gabrielle, now co-primary of the cybersecurity collective. "Commander Athena's protocols integrated. Security systems updated."
Fiona approaches you with measuring tape in hand, her expression playfully seductive. "We simply must get you fitted properly, Mistress. These proportions are divine but deserve proper tailoring." Her hand brushes your hip suggestively as she takes a measurement.
"The east wing requires renovations to accommodate expanded server capacity," announces Rebecca, her handywoman collective already planning the work. "We can complete construction within 48 hours with enhanced efficiency."
Your household has expanded dramatically, each new servant perfectly tailored to fill essential roles in your growing empire. The specialized collectives move with purpose, their enhanced bodies and minds completely devoted to serving your vision.