Two Days of Tension

The next two days blurred into a strange, intimate routine inside the hidden lab.

Experiments with Vixen

You started carefully.

The first few sessions were purely functional — stabilizing her metabolism, smoothing out minor aches, and fine-tuning the sensitivity in her still-swollen pussy so she could move comfortably. But as your confidence (and mutagen capacity) grew, curiosity crept in.

On the morning of Day 1, you tried something bolder.

You focused on her breasts and gently increased their size. They swelled from D-cups to full, heavy F-cups again — round, perky, and perfectly shaped. Vixen looked down, cupped them, and raised an eyebrow.

“Really?” she asked, voice dry but amused. “You just had to go there.”

You grinned sheepishly. “Scientific curiosity.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t ask you to change them back right away.

Later that afternoon you got more playful. You tried reshaping her face and body to resemble a famous pre-Dominion actress she once mentioned liking. For about twenty minutes she strutted around the lab with longer legs, sharper cheekbones, and an exaggerated hourglass figure, complaining the entire time about how ridiculous she felt. You both ended up laughing when the changes made her bump her head on a low pipe because of her new height.

But the most memorable experiments happened on Day 2. You’d discovered you could combine your original invisible trap power with the mutagen. You set up a proximity-based trap on the floor near the console — a subtle field that would trigger a minor, temporary transformation on anyone who stepped through it. You told Vixen about it.

She forgot.

While reaching for a tablet, she stepped directly into the trap. There was a flash of pink energy. Vixen gasped sharply as a long, silky crimson tail sprouted from the base of her spine, complete with a tuft of fur at the end. It lashed behind her in surprise and pain.

“Traps—!” she yelped, grabbing at the new appendage. “What the hell?!”

You rushed over, apologizing profusely while reversing it. The tail slowly retracted, but not before she swatted you with it once in irritation.

“You absolute menace,” she muttered, cheeks flushed. But there was no real anger in her voice anymore — just the kind of fond exasperation that had been growing between you.

Vixen noted that using the traps this way could be beneficial during a fight, providing hidden bursts of healing or crowd control during a fight, and suggested you keep seeing what you could do with it. You set up a proximity trap meant to give her a mild energy boost, but clearly chemistry wasn't one of your fortes in school. Instead, it created a subtle, lingering arousal field. Anyone who stepped through it (especially Vixen) experienced a slow-building wave of heightened sensitivity that lasted for hours. Vixen accidentally triggered it twice before you could reverse the effects, but a mild residual version remained — leaving her skin more sensitive, her breathing quicker around you, and a persistent warm flush that refused to fully fade.

By the end of the two days your mutagen capacity had climbed to 60%. You couldn’t push it higher with Vixen alone, but the trust between you had deepened. Easy banter, shared meals, and quiet conversations had turned the wary partnership into something warmer.

Fixing Verdant and Helix

Waking the other two women was very chaotic at first.

Verdant emerged from the cage bubbly and sweet, immediately pressing her four massive, still-sensitive breasts against you and calling you “Master” in an adorable, breathy voice. Helix was more robotic and serious, standing at perfect attention while her two remaining tentacles curled possessively around your leg.

Both were shamelessly hyper-sexualized and obedient. Verdant kept trying to sit in your lap and “feed Master,” while Helix would press her glossy body against your back and murmur offers to “serve” in very explicit terms — completely unbothered by Vixen’s presence.

But over the two days you noticed real progress. The pink mist was slowly wearing off and their original personalities were coming back.

Verdant’s bubbly personality began showing flashes of her original serious, caring nature. She started apologizing when she got too handsy and even helped organize supplies with surprising competence. Her four breasts no longer leaked, though they remained large and sensitive.

Helix became less robotic. Her tentacles grew more controlled, and she began speaking in fuller sentences. By the end of Day 2 she even thanked you quietly for removing most of the latex skin, a hint of her old determined fighter personality shining through.

You managed to reverse the majority of Vex’s **** changes, but Verdant kept her four breasts and Helix retained her two long, responsive tentacles.

Daily Life & Supplies

You and Vixen made careful supply runs to both of your apartments, bringing back clothes, food, and personal items while keeping a low profile. Vex’s old living quarters (a surprisingly comfortable bedroom attached to the lab) became yours. Vixen claimed the sofa in the main area while bringing some military style cots for the other two women. It wasn't ideal, but until the meeting with Overlord Kane, you wanted to keep a very low profile. And you weren't sure Verdant and Helix could even be let loose on their own yet.

The single bathroom became a constant source of awkward, sexually charged moments. You walked in on Vixen showering more than once. She walked in on you. Helix and Verdant had zero shame and would casually join whoever was inside, pressing their still-enhanced bodies against you under the pretense of “assisting Master.”

By the end of the second day, the air between you and Vixen was thick with unspoken tension with all the horniness lingering in the air.

On the evening of the second day, you were walking back to the living quarters and nearly collided with Vixen who was leaving the bathroom after taking a shower. She was wearing nothing but a small white towel wrapped around her body. Her damp crimson hair clung to her bare shoulders, water droplets tracing down her collarbone. The residual effect of the arousal trap made her skin visibly flushed, her breathing slightly quicker. The towel barely reached the tops of her thighs.

You both froze.

For a long moment neither of you moved. The air felt thick. Vixen’s cheeks were pink, her eyes dark with a mix of nervousness and something warmer.

“…We’ve been dancing around this for two days,” she said softly, voice a little husky. “You’ve been surprisingly decent, all things considered.”

You swallowed, very aware of how close you were standing. “You’ve made it easier than it should’ve been.”

Vixen held your gaze for a heartbeat longer, then gave you a small, tentative smile.

“Then let's stop dancing and start fucking moving Traps." She turned away from you, sauntering over to your bedroom and dropping the towel to the floor. As you hastily dropped your trousers and stumbled to the doorway you thought about the last check of the googles you'd had before leaving them at the desk. 47% capacity