Hancock's gaze swept over her adoring servants until it fixed on the look of one of the maids near one of the walls. For a moment, Hancock saw, or thought she saw, a flicker of jealousy on the Kuja's face. It was an intriguing glimpse that indicated the changes in the Empress were not going unnoticed by everyone.
She ordered the servant to approach and asked her name. The Kuja was named Marguerite, and her presence in the room had been tinged with a mix of admiration and envy, an emotion Hancock despised for daring to manifest itself in the presence of an empress.
Hancock, with a regal tone, commanded, "Marguerite, come closer." Marguerite hesitated for a moment, her eyes revealing a touch of fear and apprehension, but she obeyed without question. She approached the imperious Empress, her heart pounding in her chest.
Hancock, with a cold and authoritative voice, addressed the Kuja. "You seem to have something on your mind, Marguerite. Tell me, is there something about my transformation that disturbs you?"
Marguerite swallowed hard, her green eyes fixed on Hancock's mesmerizing form. She replied, "Empress, I would never dare to be envious of your divine beauty and power. I am simply in awe of your magnificence."
Hancock's lips curved into a sly smile. "A wise answer, my dear Marguerite. Perhaps I have misjudged your intentions."
With her suspicions temporarily eased, Hancock decided to assert her authority. She extended one of her royal feet, adorned with a jeweled anklet, and with a touch of playful cruelty in her voice, ordered, "Massage my foot, Marguerite."
Marguerite did not hesitate and immediately began to massage Hancock's royal foot, her hands trembling slightly as they touched the Empress's flawless skin. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice a peculiar sensation. The foot she was massaging was growing, becoming more elongated, bulky, and heavy in her hands.
Hancock continued to look at Marguerite with an amused smile, taking advantage of the servant's surprise as she massaged her increasingly impressive royal foot. The transformation seemed to be affecting every aspect of her being, including her previously delicate feet.
Marguerite's eyes widened in astonishment as the foot continued to grow, defying the laws of nature. She couldn't comprehend what she was witnessing, and her hands trembled even more. The foot in her hands now was nearly twice its original size but still retained its flawless beauty.
Fully aware of the spectacle she was creating, Hancock leaned back in her throne and watched with amusement as Marguerite grappled with the enigma of her Empress's transformation. Jealousy and astonishment hung in the air, creating tension that would soon reveal more secrets about the Empress's new powers.
As Hancock's body continued to grow, her imposing presence filled the room. Her leg began to push Marguerite back solely with the force of her growth, visibly intoxicated with ecstasy and power. Marguerite raised her head as a wave of growth made the Empress's waist expand, breaking the belt that held her T-shirt in place.
Marguerite had a privileged view of Hancock's bare breasts swaying as they were freed from their tight restraints. Each of those breasts seemed to be the size of Marguerite's own head, and she swallowed hard, her breath becoming heavy in the face of the magnificence before her eyes.
But it wasn't just the breasts that Hancock was gaining. Her abdominal muscles contracted to form a steel six-pack, a sight that seemed as unreal as it was seductive. Her thighs, once slender and graceful, thickened and began to rival many jungle trees in terms of thickness. The muscles in her thighs were evident, with each movement revealing an unusual strength.
The Empress's arms and shoulders were also growing, turning her T-shirt into rags that could barely contain her expanding magnificence. Hancock was now naked on her throne, and every gaze upon her only fed her expanding ego.
Her height approached three meters, and her hips were momentarily wedged in the throne as she continued to grow. The tension in her former "power seat" increased until it finally gave way under the colossal force of her buttocks. The throne shattered in an explosion of wood and metal, leaving Hancock now seated on the floor, her immensity exposed.
Marguerite found herself between the legs of a true giant. The sight was overwhelming, and she felt small and vulnerable in the face of the colossal Snake Empress. Hancock looked down with a superior gaze, her proud smile indicating that her transformation was far from over.
"Do you see, Marguerite, what true greatness is?" Hancock asked with a voice that echoed like thunder, resonating throughout the chamber. "This is just the beginning of my ascent. Now, I am more than an empress. I am a goddess."
Hancock, with her body now colossal, towering over her two sisters, felt a surge of power and excitement coursing through her being. Her eyes sparkled with a divine radiance as she looked down, literally viewing her sisters from above. Boa Sandersonia and Boa Marigold were momentarily stunned and silent, gazing at the Snake Empress with wide eyes.
However, Hancock was in a state of ecstasy that consumed her. She wanted more, to demonstrate her superiority even more clearly. Her gaze fell upon Marguerite, who was at her feet and clearly impacted by the transformation.
With a dominating smile and a look of pure lust, Hancock raised one of her immense feet, every inch of her extension radiating an aura of absolute dominance. She extended the colossal foot toward Marguerite, whose eyes widened with surprise and apprehension.
"Marguerite, you are about to see what it means to be at the feet of a goddess," Hancock declared with a commanding tone in her velvety voice.
Marguerite swallowed hard, caught between desire and fear that swirled within her. She knew that the Empress had become something beyond comprehension, and it frightened her.
Driven by an overwhelming desire to showcase her power, Hancock used her colossal weight and strength to push her foot against Marguerite's body. A thunderous boom echoed through the room, and the tiled floor beneath her feet trembled and cracked under the colossal impact.
A crater formed beneath Hancock's foot, with cracks radiating out in all directions. Marguerite was completely subdued, crushed under the Empress's foot, who now controlled not only the room but the entire situation.
The sight was overwhelming, and the throne room was in turmoil, with other servants screaming and retreating from the scene. Hancock, however, was in her own world of delirium, feeling at the peak of her strength and beauty. Her body and mind had become a beacon of arrogance and power, and she intended for everyone to know it.
"See how I crush the limitations of reality! I am invincible!" Hancock roared with a maniacal laugh as she kept Marguerite under her colossal foot.
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