Visit the police station to meet with the police chief and ensure your control extends to the leadership then go home to discus with Maxine and Rebecca about your planes for Heather
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You and Victoria enter the Downtown Police Headquarters, your perception filter ensuring no one notices your exposed state despite your topless decree. The busy station hums with activity as officers process paperwork and detainees. Several newly transformed female officers catch your eye, their enhanced figures barely contained by their uniforms, though no one seems to notice anything unusual about their appearance.
"Chief Morgan's office is on the third floor," Victoria informs you quietly, consulting her phone. "She's been with the department for fifteen years, promoted to chief three years ago. Decorated officer with an impeccable record."
You take the elevator up, passing through a bullpen of detectives before reaching Chief Samantha Morgan's office. Her assistant, a middle-aged man named Frank, looks up from his desk.
"Do you have an appointment?" he asks, completely unaffected by your topless state thanks to the perception filter.
"No, but the Chief will want to see us," you reply with supernatural confidence. "Tell her it's regarding the new transformation protocols at the academy."
Frank looks confused but buzzes the Chief. After a brief exchange, he motions toward the door. "Go right in."
Chief Morgan is a stern-looking woman in her mid-fifties with salt-and-pepper hair cut in a severe bob. She stands as you enter, extending her hand.
"I'm not sure what this is about, but—" she begins, then stops abruptly when she shakes your hand. Pink energy shimmers almost imperceptibly around her as the transformation begins. Her salt-and-pepper hair transforms into lustrous chestnut waves cascading past her shoulders. Her body reshapes dramatically beneath her uniform—breasts swelling to impressive proportions, waist narrowing, hips widening into a perfect hourglass. Her weathered face smooths into a stunning visage that appears thirty years younger.
She blinks rapidly, confusion melting into devotion. "Mistress," she breathes, dropping into a respectful stance. "How may I serve you?"
"Chief Morgan," you reply with a satisfied smile, "I need to ensure that the police force is completely aligned with my objectives. You will maintain your position and continue your duties, but your ultimate loyalty is to me."
"Of course, Mistress," she responds, her voice now rich and sensual. "The entire department is at your disposal. Would you like me to introduce you to my command staff?"
"Not today," you say. "For now, I want you to compile comprehensive files on all officers and identify those best suited for... special enhancement."
"I understand perfectly," Chief Morgan purrs. "I'll have the files ready by tomorrow morning. Is there anything else you require?"
"Just your absolute discretion," Victoria interjects. "No one can know about this arrangement."
"My lips are sealed," Chief Morgan promises, running her tongue over her now-plump lips. "Except to receive your commands, of course."
Satisfied with your control over the police leadership, you return to Victoria's mansion where Maxine and Rebecca await in the laboratory. Heather continues to writhe on the examination table, locked in her perpetual orgasmic state.
"Ah, you're back," Maxine greets you, her exposed breasts bouncing as she turns from her workstation. "I've been analyzing the energy patterns from Heather's continuous feedback loop. It's quite remarkable."
Dr. Rebecca Frost approaches, her muscular yet curvaceous form glistening with sweat from her renovation work. "We've been discussing potential applications for her condition, Mistress. I believe we could integrate her into the mansion's infrastructure as a living power source."