Allow the twins to complete their perverted fitting session, testing how well the transformation-infused clothing adapts to your movement
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"I'd love to test these prototypes," you reply, eyeing the shimmering fabric the twins hold between them.
Fiona's eyes light up as she exchanges a glance with her sister. "We were hoping you'd say that, Mistress."
They dress you with practiced efficiency, their hands lingering sensually on your skin as they slide each garment into place. The outfit consists of an impossibly light blouse that somehow both contains your massive breasts while accentuating them, paired with formfitting pants that showcase your powerful legs and a tailored jacket that emphasizes your broad shoulders while tapering to your waist.
"Move for us, Mistress," Felicia whispers, her hands trailing down your arms. "Let us see how it responds."
You stretch your arms overhead, feeling the fabric move with you rather than against you. As you twist your torso, the material seems to anticipate your movement, shifting microseconds before your muscles do.
"Remarkable," you observe, noticing how the fabric subtly glows where it makes contact with your skin. "It feels... alive."
"It responds to your transformation energy," Fiona explains, kneeling before you to adjust the hem of your pants. Her fingers brush your ankle, sending a shiver up your spine. "The fabric recognizes your evolving form."
Felicia presses against your back, her enhanced breasts pushing into your shoulder blades as she adjusts your collar. "Try something more... strenuous, Mistress."
You drop into a deep squat, then spring upward with your superhuman strength, leaping nearly two feet off the ground. The fabric flexes and contracts in perfect harmony with your muscles, never binding or restricting.
"Now something more... intimate," Fiona suggests, her voice husky as she circles behind you.
Before you can respond, both twins press against you from either side, their hands roaming your body. The fabric between you pulses with energy, and you feel a surge of power through your muscles. Your breasts swell slightly, pressing more prominently against the blouse.
"The fabric amplifies your transformation," Felicia moans against your ear. "We can feel it happening."
You notice in the mirror that your reflection shows slightly more defined musculature than moments ago. The twins' touch seems to be accelerating the changes Dr. Reed predicted would happen gradually.
"How is this possible?" you ask, flexing your arm to watch the muscle definition ripple beneath your skin.
"Our transformation gave us this gift," Fiona explains, her hand trailing down to cup your buttock. "We can channel energy through fabric, reinforcing and enhancing existing transformations."
"Consider it our special service to our Mistress," Felicia adds, her fingers boldly tracing the outline of your breast through the responsive fabric. "Shall we... continue the fitting in a more thorough manner?"
The twins' identical blue eyes gleam with lustful promise as they begin unbuttoning your newly fitted blouse.