Stay with Maxine and each of you grabs one of Maxine's assistants to fuck at the same time brainstorm more applications for the twins' infusion technology while waiting for them to arrive
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As Heather crawls away on her mission to fetch the twins, you turn to Maxine with a predatory smile. "While we wait, why not have some fun?" you suggest, eyeing the two lab assistants working quietly at their stations.
Maxine's eyes light up with understanding. "Cassandra, Iris," she calls out. "Come attend to your Mistress."
The two women immediately abandon their work. Cassandra, a statuesque brunette with sharp features and emerald eyes, approaches you with practiced grace. Iris, a petite redhead with freckles scattered across her pale skin, moves toward Maxine.
"We were discussing applications for the twins' technology," you say, already unbuttoning Cassandra's lab coat to reveal her voluptuous body beneath. "Let's continue that conversation while we enjoy ourselves."
"Multitasking is one of my specialties," Maxine purrs, pulling Iris onto her lap. "I'm thinking we could create specialized lingerie for each collective that continuously reinforces their transformations."
You push Cassandra against the nearest laboratory table, hiking up her skirt to discover she wears nothing underneath. "What about combat gear for the security team?" you suggest, thrusting into her without preamble. She moans loudly, her back arching as she takes your enhanced length.
"Brilliant," Maxine agrees, her fingers busy between Iris's thighs as the smaller woman writhes in pleasure. "We could infuse their tactical outfits with transformation energy that enhances strength and reflexes during combat situations."
Cassandra grips the edge of the table as you pound into her relentlessly. "Mistress," she gasps, "what about... ah!... performance wear for entertainment purposes?"
"Elaborate," you command, slapping her ass sharply.
"Dancers who... oh god... who become more graceful," she manages between thrusts. "Singers whose voices become more powerful... the longer they perform."
"Fascinating application," Maxine notes, now fully nude and scissoring with Iris on her desk, research papers scattered to the floor. "We could create an entire entertainment division."
"And what about garments that transfer specific traits?" you suggest, pulling Cassandra's hair back sharply as you increase your pace. "Lingerie that makes the wearer more submissive or dominant depending on our needs?"
"The possibilities are endless," Maxine moans as Iris skillfully pleasures her. "We could create specialty products for external sales—controlled transformations through fashion."
Cassandra convulses around you as she reaches her climax, crying out your name. You continue thrusting through her orgasm, your enhanced stamina allowing you to maintain your relentless pace.
"Or specialized restraints," you add, flipping Cassandra over to face you without withdrawing. "Bondage gear that gradually transforms the wearer during extended play."
"Yes!" Maxine screams as she reaches her own peak, Iris's face buried between her thighs.
As the four of you continue your brainstorming session amid moans and gasps of pleasure, you hear the laboratory door slide open. The twins enter with Heather crawling behind them, their eyes widening at the scene before them.