Refilling the Mutagen power

The lab felt smaller now that the immediate panic had passed. You and Vixen stood side-by-side at the main console, the golden goggles feeding data into your vision.

“Before we do anything else,” you said, “I need to understand the limits of this power.”

You turned toward the two glass cages. Vixen’s eyes widened as you walked over to the cowgirl hybrid’s cage and opened it. The woman inside was deeply sedated, her four massive, leaking breasts rising and falling slowly. With the goggles on, you could see some stats about the poor woman:

Subject: #17 – “Cowgirl Hybrid”

Power Level: 68%

You went to touch her when Vixen's voice rang out behind you, sharp with alarm. “Wait— what the hell are you doing?!”

You held up a hand. “Easy. I’m not hurting her. I’m just… borrowing a little. Watch.”

You placed your hand on the cowgirl’s shoulder and gently pulled. A warm rush of mutagenic energy flowed into you, visible as a neon pink colored liquid flowing from the cow-woman directly into your palm. The bar at the top of your vision climbed from 2% to 25% until a sharp pain, like being lightly tapped in the forehead with a ball peen hammer, told you that you'd reached your limit. You backed away, rubbing your temple in frustration.

Vixen stared, still tense. “You can take it from them…”

You nodded and turned back to her. “Some of it anyway. Which is good, because they have more power in them right now than you. You’re only sitting at only 5%. That’s why your speed is almost gone.”

Her face paled. "What?? My speed isn't..." She stood up and tried to activate her power — barely faster than a normal sprint — and the weak blue sparks fizzled out almost immediately. The anxiety in her eyes deepened.

“Fuck…” she whispered.

You moved back to her side, putting an hand on her arm to soothe her nerves. “Let me try fixing some of this.”

Vixen hesitated, then climbed onto the examination table and sat on the edge, pulling the lab coat tighter around herself.

“…Fine,” she said, voice softer. “But nothing crazy. And you stop if I say so.”

You activated the goggles and selected Body Modification. You focused carefully, reducing the **** swelling in her breasts and hips. Slowly, her breasts shrank from their grotesque size down to a full, natural-looking D-cup. Her hips and ass narrowed until they looked almost like her original athletic figure again — still curvier than before, but no longer cartoonish.

The mutagen bar dropped as you worked, but the changes felt smooth.

Vixen ran her hands over her body, exhaling in visible relief. “That’s… a lot better. Thank you.”

As you looked at her through the goggles, your mind wandered for a moment. You could see previews for other possibilities — making her a few inches taller, giving her a slightly more pronounced hourglass figure, enhancing the natural beauty of her face and lips just a touch. The options hovered temptingly in your vision.

You pushed the thoughts away. Not now. Not if you want her to actually trust you.

Vixen noticed the way your gaze lingered. She shifted nervously on the table, pulling the lab coat closer.

“…What are you thinking about right now?” she asked, a hint of suspicion in her voice, though her cheeks were faintly flushed.

You met her eyes and gave her a small, honest smile. “That you already look good like this. And that I’d rather keep earning your trust than push my luck.”

Vixen blinked, clearly surprised by the sincerity. Some of the tension in her shoulders eased, and the corner of her mouth twitched — almost a smile.

“You’re smoother than you look, Traps,” she muttered, glancing away. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

You chuckled softly. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

She let out a quiet breath and looked down at her now mostly-normal body, though her pussy was still noticeably swollen.

“This is… strange. Working with the guy who kidnapped me. But right now, you’re the only person who can actually help me.”

You lowered the goggles. “We’re in this together. At least until I can get you fully back to normal.”

Vixen studied you for a long moment, then gave a small nod, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "So if you have more capacity, what are the odds that you can give my power back?"

"Let's find out" you say, pulling the goggles back over your eyes and mentally opening the Power Modification window.

Subject: Velocity Vixen

Power Level: 7% (Slowly recovering)

Note: Passive regeneration active. Full restoration projected in 2 days with rest and nutrition.

UPGRADE?

subject power level too low (7/100)

Vixen leaned in closer. “It went up?”

“Yeah. Looks like your body is naturally replenishing what Vex took. That’s good news.” You scanned further. “There’s an ‘Upgrade’ option, but it’s locked. Says you need to be at 100% first.”

Vixen frowned, processing that. “So my speed is coming back on its own… eventually.” Then her eyes narrowed. “Wait. If you stole my power from me… where the hell did it go? You don’t seem any faster.”

Oh my god, you idiot. You hadn’t even considered that... You lowered the goggles, set them on the console, and took a few steps back. You focused inward and pushed — imagining the same electric blur you’d seen from her.

The world suddenly slammed to a near-stop.

Blue electric energy crackled across your body as everything around you slowed to a crawl. The hum of the lab equipment became a low drone. Vixen’s mouth was halfway open in a question, frozen mid-word.

You were fast! Grinning, you took a quick lap around the lab at blinding speed — then immediately felt something wrong. Was the world speeding up again? You lowered the goggles back on while still moving.

Vixen Ability (Temporary):

Duration Remaining: 11 seconds… 9… 7…

“Shit—”

You tried to stop too fast. Your momentum carried you straight into Vixen. She let out a surprised yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor in a tangled heap.

You landed on top of her, face buried directly between her still-generous D-cup breasts. The lab coat had shifted during the fall, leaving very little fabric between your cheek and her warm, soft skin. Her thick thighs were wrapped around one of your legs from the awkward landing.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Vixen’s face flushed bright red. “Traps…!” she hissed, half embarrassed, half exasperated. “Get your face out of my tits!”

You pushed yourself up quickly, heart racing from both the speed and the sudden closeness. “Sorry— I didn’t mean— the power cut out and—”

She sat up, pulling the lab coat closed again, cheeks still burning. But there was the faintest hint of a smirk on her lips despite her glare.

“You absolute idiot,” she muttered, brushing hair out of her face. “So you did steal some of my speed. Temporarily, at least.” She looked you up and down, a mix of wariness and **** amusement in her eyes. “Try not to kill us both with it next time.”

You offered her a hand to help her up. She took it, though she rolled her eyes as she did.

The tension between you had shifted again — still cautious, but now laced with something warmer. Awkward, clumsy, and unexpectedly human.

Vixen stood, adjusting her coat. “Alright, speedster. Now that we’ve established you can borrow my power… what’s our actual plan? We still need to keep Kane from realizing Vex is dead.”