Have Heather accompany you to the lab abusing her the entire way to show Maxine the twins' infusion technology and discuss potential applications for other servants
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"Get up, thing," you command Heather, who immediately rises from her kneeling position. "You're accompanying me to the lab."
"This thing lives to serve, Mistress," Heather responds, her violet eyes downcast as she follows you out of the bedroom.
As you walk through the mansion's opulent corridors, you occasionally reach back to pinch Heather's exposed buttock or flick one of the runes sewn into her reverse bunnysuit. Each time, she gasps and trembles, the fabric glowing faintly where you touch it.
"Walk faster," you snap, delivering a sharp slap to her rear that makes her cry out and quicken her pace. "Dr. Reed doesn't have all day."
By the time you reach the laboratory wing, Heather's pearlescent skin has developed a noticeable luminescence, particularly around the areas where the fabric makes contact.
Maxine looks up from her workstation as you enter, her enormous breasts straining against her transparent lab coat. Her eyes widen with interest at the sight of Heather's outfit and glowing skin.
"Fascinating," she purrs, immediately abandoning her project to circle Heather like a scientist examining a particularly interesting specimen. "The twins' work, I presume?"
"Indeed," you reply, pulling Heather forward by her collar. "They've somehow infused transformation energy into the fabric itself. Watch this." You tap one of the nearly invisible runes, causing Heather to moan and the fabric to pulse with energy.
Maxine's scientific curiosity is immediately piqued. She retrieves a handheld scanner and runs it over Heather's outfit. "The energy signature matches the Servant Gun's transformation field, but it's been stabilized somehow. The twins have created a continuous low-level reinforcement circuit."
She taps experimentally at another rune, causing Heather to whimper. "And it seems specifically calibrated to enhance her particular transformation parameters—primarily the humiliation response and sensory amplification."
"Could we adapt this for other servants?" you ask, twisting Heather's nipple through the fabric, making her gasp and the nearby runes flare brightly.
Maxine's eyes gleam with possibilities. "Absolutely. We could create specialized garments for each collective—amplifying strength for the Amazons, technical knowledge for the cybersecurity team, dexterity for the handywomen."
She runs her hand along the edge where fabric meets Heather's exposed skin. "I'm also detecting a feedback loop. Each activation reinforces her transformation slightly, making her progressively more sensitive to the next stimulus."
"This thing exists only to please Mistress," Heather whispers, tears streaming down her face even as her body betrays her arousal at the continued examination.
"Bring me those twins immediately," Maxine declares, already reaching for her tablet to take notes. "We have work to do."
"You heard her, thing," you command Heather. "Crawl to the tailoring studio and bring the twins here."
Heather drops to her hands and knees, her reverse bunnysuit exposing her completely as she crawls toward the door, the fabric pulsing with energy at her continued humiliation.