you removing you top decide to make a mansion wide announcement going to the intercom you tell say that for the rest of the day unless for safety or security reasons everyone is required to have their tits out on mansion grounds the whole while pausing the hurl abuse at heather over the intercom Maxine and her assistants look at you laugh take their tops off while sneering at heather and abusing her
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You pull your top off with casual confidence, your enhanced breasts standing proud in the laboratory's cool air. Walking to the wall-mounted intercom panel, you press the broadcast button with a smirk.
"Attention all servants," your voice echoes throughout the mansion. "By order of your Mistress, for the remainder of today, all female personnel are required to have their breasts fully exposed while on mansion grounds. Safety and security equipment may remain as needed, but all tops, bras, and coverings are to be removed immediately." You pause, then add with deliberate cruelty, "And Heather, our pathetic little test subject, remains forbidden from achieving release. Twenty-four hours of orgasms and still going. What a useless excuse for a servant."
Maxine bursts into laughter beside you, immediately shrugging off her transparent lab coat to reveal her enormous breasts. "Brilliant decree, darling! Did you hear that, Heather? Everyone gets to show off their assets while you just lie there cumming yourself stupid."
Cassandra and Iris exchange amused glances before removing their tops as well. "Look at Heather," Cassandra taunts, her perfect breasts bouncing as she approaches the examination table. "Can't even follow a simple order because she's too busy having endless orgasms."
"Such a disappointment," Iris adds, flicking Heather's nipple through the transformation-infused fabric. "Even her breasts are inferior to ours."
Heather's body convulses with another intense orgasm, her back arching off the table as tears of humiliation and pleasure stream down her face.
Your intercom announcement triggers immediate compliance throughout the mansion. Through the laboratory's large observation window overlooking the main hall, you see Primary Unit Grayfia efficiently organizing the Maid Collective, all of them removing the tops of their uniforms in perfect synchronization. Commander Athena strips off her tactical vest, her muscular frame and generous breasts on display as she continues directing security operations without missing a beat.
"System integration updates incoming," Maxine says, returning to her console with her breasts swaying freely. "The clothing recognition protocols for the conditional transformation trigger are now learning from this decree. We could program automatic enforcement – anyone failing to comply gets an immediate transformation punishment."
"Mistress," comes Victoria's voice over your personal communicator. "All personnel have been informed and are complying with your directive. The Financial Drone Collective has removed their corset tops while maintaining full operational efficiency. Would you like me to organize a general inspection to ensure complete compliance?"
As you consider Victoria's suggestion, you notice Cassandra and Iris continuing to hurl abuse at Heather while working topless at their stations, their perfect breasts jiggling with every movement, completely unfazed by their exposure as they maintain scientific precision in their work.