Tell Maxine load enough so that heather can hear that since Heather is a worthless cumrag you decided on a specific use for her you then Ask Maxine to make it so that heather's feed back loop doesn't stop unless you order it causing heathers eyes to widen in horror even while the humiliation sends her off again. you then Kiss Maxine Deeply hurl some more abuse at Heather then leave. after leaving you go grab Victoria and have Tina drive the two of you still topless in an SUV the perception filter preventing people from noticing your bare breasts the police academy to observe the first transformation of a new recruit
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You lean close to Maxine, speaking loudly enough for Heather to hear. "Since our little cumrag here is completely worthless for anything else, I've decided on a specific use for her."
Heather's eyes widen through her pleasure-induced haze, desperately trying to focus on your words despite her continuous orgasms.
"What did you have in mind, darling?" Maxine asks, her exposed breasts brushing against your arm as she leans closer.
"Make her feedback loop permanent," you instruct. "I want it to continue indefinitely unless I specifically order it to stop."
Heather's expression shifts to pure horror, her body convulsing violently as the humiliation of this decree sends her into another crushing orgasm.
"Brilliant," Maxine purrs, fingers dancing across the controls of Heather's monitoring equipment. "I'll recalibrate the transformation-infused fabric to sustain the feedback loop indefinitely. She'll be our perpetual pleasure battery, constantly generating transformation energy we can harvest."
Heather tries to speak, but only manages desperate moans as Maxine adjusts the settings.
"There," Maxine announces. "It's done. Unless you specifically command it to stop, she'll remain in this state forever."
You kiss Maxine deeply, your enhanced breasts pressing against hers as your tongues intertwine. When you break the kiss, you turn to Heather with a cruel smile.
"Enjoy eternity as nothing but a pathetic orgasm factory," you taunt. "Even your pleasure doesn't belong to you anymore."
Heather's back arches impossibly high as your words trigger another devastating climax.
Leaving Maxine's laboratory, you find Victoria in her office, still topless per your decree, reviewing acquisition documents for tomorrow's Nexus Technologies takeover.
"Victoria," you announce, "we're going on a field trip. The first conditional transformation should be happening at the police academy soon."
Victoria immediately stands, her magnificent breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "Of course, Mistress. I'll have Tina prepare the vehicle immediately."
Minutes later, you're seated in the back of a sleek black SUV with Victoria, both still gloriously topless as Tina navigates through downtown traffic. The perception filter ensures no one outside notices your exposed state.
"I'm curious to see how the transformation manifests in a professional setting," Victoria comments, her platinum blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders. "Particularly how the perception filter integrates with institutional memory."
Tina pulls into the police academy parking lot, her punk-styled hair with purple streaks bouncing as she turns to face you. "We're here, Mistress. Should I accompany you inside?"
"Wait in the car," you instruct. "Victoria and I won't be long."
Inside the academy, you follow signs to the main ceremony hall where new recruits are being sworn in. Through the glass doors, you can see a line of fresh-faced cadets with their right hands raised, taking their oath of office.
"Perfect timing," you whisper to Victoria as you slip into the back of the hall. "Watch carefully."
As the ceremony concludes, a young woman with short brown hair—Officer Samantha Grey according to her nameplate—completes her oath. For a split second, pink energy shimmers almost imperceptibly around her body before vanishing.
Before your eyes, her uniform begins to reshape itself, becoming more form-fitting as her body underneath transforms. Her breasts swell noticeably, her waist narrows, and her hips widen into a perfect hourglass. Her short brown hair lengthens slightly into a professional bob cut, and her posture straightens with newfound confidence and strength.
Yet remarkably, no one in the room reacts to the change. The perception filter works perfectly—everyone simply sees what they expect to see: a new police officer being sworn in.