you then go with Maxine to her lab at which point you each grab one of her assistants for a celebration fuck during which the four hurl abuse at heather and Maxine informs you during sex in between hurling abuse at heather that the field also has the ability to detect both active an inactive transformation technology which it didn't meaning the only transforming tech is yours, it also broadcasts the perception field she designed earlier to anywhere in its range meaning they don't have to worry about people noticing anything off with their actions
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You make your way to Maxine's laboratory, finding her reviewing data from the solar system field device. She looks up as you enter, her enormous breasts straining against her transparent lab coat.
"Perfect timing," she purrs, setting aside her tablet. "I was just thinking about celebrating our progress."
Cassandra and Iris, Maxine's enhanced lab assistants, are working at separate stations. Cassandra's platinum blonde hair cascades down her back as she analyzes materials samples, while Iris's raven locks are pulled into a tight ponytail as she monitors energy readings.
"I had the same thought," you reply, eyeing the assistants hungrily. "Which one do you want?"
Maxine's lips curl into a predatory smile. "I'll take Iris. You can have Cassandra."
Without hesitation, you stride over to Cassandra and spin her chair around. "Work can wait. Your goddess needs attention."
"Yes, Mistress!" Cassandra responds eagerly, her hands already reaching for your clothes.
Across the lab, Maxine has pinned Iris against her workstation, hiking up the assistant's skirt with practiced ease.
"Look at pathetic little Heather," you call out, gesturing to the examination table where Heather continues to writhe in endless orgasmic torture. "Twenty-four hours of cumming and still not allowed to stop."
"Such a worthless servant," Cassandra adds as she drops to her knees before you, unfastening your pants. "Not like us. We serve with skill and devotion."
Heather's body convulses at the verbal degradation, her moans growing louder.
"Oh god, yes!" Maxine cries out as she bends Iris over the console. "Did I tell you about the field's additional capabilities? It—fuck, that's good—it can detect any transformation technology, active or inactive."
You gasp as Cassandra's skilled tongue finds its target. "And?"
"And—" Maxine pauses to slap Iris's ass, making the assistant squeal in delight. "There isn't any. We're the only ones with transformation tech in the entire solar system."
"Heather's just a stupid cumslut who couldn't even invent a toaster," Iris moans as Maxine thrusts against her.
Heather screams in humiliated pleasure, her body arching off the table.
"The field—oh fuck—also broadcasts the perception filter," Maxine continues between thrusts. "Nobody will notice anything unusual about our activities anywhere in the solar system."
You grip Cassandra's hair tighter as pleasure builds. "So we can transform anyone, anywhere, and no one will question it?"
"Exactly!" Maxine cries out, approaching climax. "Our empire can expand without limitations!"
The four of you reach your peaks nearly simultaneously, with Heather's continuous orgasms providing a humiliating soundtrack to your pleasure. As you catch your breath, you contemplate the implications of this new information. The entire solar system is now your transformation playground, with no rivals and no witnesses.
"Shall we test the system's range?" Maxine suggests, adjusting her lab coat. "Perhaps with a public transformation downtown?"