Continue your current activities, inviting the twins to join in while you all discuss how to develop their infusion technology further all the while the six of you have fun sending abuse toward heather
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You beckon the twins forward with a commanding gesture. "Don't just stand there. Join us and tell us more about your fascinating technology."
Fiona and Felicia exchange excited glances before eagerly stepping into the laboratory, their matching auburn updos bobbing with each step. Their revealing tailor uniforms—little more than scraps of fabric strategically placed over their enormous breasts and curved hips—leave little to the imagination.
"Heather, on your knees in the corner," you order. "Watch and remember your place."
The pearlescent-skinned woman crawls to the designated spot, her reverse bunnysuit exposing her completely from behind as she kneels facing the wall.
"You're pathetic," Maxine calls to Heather while Iris continues pleasuring her. "A worthless thing that exists only for our amusement."
Heather trembles visibly at the verbal abuse, the fabric of her outfit glowing brightly in response.
"Now," you say, turning back to the twins as you continue thrusting into Cassandra, "explain exactly how you've managed to infuse transformation energy into fabric."
Fiona approaches first, running her fingers along Cassandra's lab coat. "It's a multi-stage process, Mistress. We discovered that by exposing certain fabrics to the resonant frequency of the Servant Gun while maintaining physical contact with a transformed individual—"
"—we can create a sympathetic bond between the fabric and transformation energy," Felicia completes her sister's thought, already undressing and sliding her hand beneath Maxine's lab coat.
"Look at that thing watching us," Fiona calls out to Heather. "So desperate to be included but only worthy of abuse."
Heather whimpers, the glow from her outfit intensifying.
"The fabric acts as both conductor and reservoir," Felicia explains, now topless and pressing her enormous breasts against Maxine's back. "Each activation strengthens the imprint."
"Could we create garments that transform the wearer gradually over time?" you ask, pulling Fiona close with your free arm while maintaining your rhythm with Cassandra.
"Absolutely, Mistress," Fiona purrs, her hands already working to remove her remaining clothes. "We've been experimenting with progressive patterns that activate sequentially."
"Pathetic thing, tell us how worthless you are," you call to Heather.
"This thing is worthless except to serve and be humiliated, Mistress," Heather responds, her voice quivering as her outfit pulses with energy.
As the six of you become entangled in an increasingly complex arrangement of limbs and pleasure, the scientific discussion continues between moans and gasps.
"What if—ah!—we combined your fabric with Maxine's vibrational technology?" Cassandra suggests, her body shuddering as you hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"Brilliant!" Maxine cries out, now sandwiched between Iris and Felicia. "We could create garments that respond to specific stimuli—environmental, emotional, or physical."
"Or clothing that transfers traits between wearers when they touch," Fiona adds, her hands exploring your enhanced physique appreciatively.
"You're nothing but a receptacle for our scorn," Felicia calls to Heather between kisses with Maxine.
The laboratory fills with the sounds of pleasure and scientific innovation as you all continue exploring both bodies and ideas, Heather's quiet sobbing providing a constant background reminder of the power hierarchy you've established.