“I would like to ask you a favor,” said Phantom.

The evening sun had dipped below the horizon minutes ago, but light still permeated the urban landscape. She could feel the temperature just barely beginning to drop. It was too late in the day to start anything new. Visi could feel Phantom’s voice in the back of her head, and she imagined what she might say next. She shut out that voice by tapping on a screen and responding.

“What favor would that be, Phantom?”

Visi ran a hand through her white hair, trying her best to keep just her face framed in the camera. She didn’t want the video call to reveal how little she was wearing. It was generally poor policy to take video calls while being quite this relaxed.

Then again… this was a favor all on its own. Visi had already devoted several weeks of research to Phantom’s needs, and taking this call long after business hours was in itself a favor, one that she had not agreed to beforehand.

“I would like to try some of your compound myself. My body - one of them, at least - can take it without issue. Before we go for large-scale testing, it feels more appropriate for me to shoulder this burden.”

Visi stared at another screen. She had been relaxing on a couch in her home, overlooking a cityscape, but her reference material was always close at hand.

“Well, Phantom, I’ve got enough Compound H for a week of doses. One of the biggest changes with this one is that it takes some time to build up in your system. If you were to take H consistently for the whole week, then the next week would be enough for a month. So… that’s me saying that we could test for just a week, or for a month if you would prefer.” Visi was complying, but a part of her wished she wasn’t. She was barely, just barely cringing. It wasn’t because she was unhappy with her work - not at all! - but she was making more work for herself. And Phantom could be very demanding with that work.

Phantom’s face went pensive for a moment before nodding. “Yes. That is good. I’d like you here in the afternoon, two days from today.. That would be Sunday the first.”

Visi again felt that accursed work ethic coursing through her brain.

“I’ll be there!” said Visi with a chipper smile.

“I know,” said Phantom with a mirrored grin.

===

Many of the sterile labs in MirageCorp still had fanciful accoutrements that very likely broke rules about ‘sterile’ or ‘professional’ or even ‘safe’ environments. Phantom was escorting Visi through a long hallway on a fairly quiet afternoon, so there weren’t many staff at the site. However, the decor was as loud as ever.

 Floating holographic displays. Hovering pedestals featuring busts to science. Abstract decor made of particulate matter suspended and bathed in light. Harder and more concrete images on the walls, celebrating great milestones for MirageCorp.

“Compound H takes more time than I would like to synthesize,” intoned Phantom. It read as a request.

“Well, it does. But once you approve the prototype, you can start making in en masse. Even if it’s not up to your spec, the civilian world will jump at the opportunity to breathe in their food.”

“I somehow suspect that the aphrodisiac effects might be something of a turn-off - ironically,” responded Phantom. “Keeping all of our product sedate, obedient, and sustained is… just a bit more specific of a use-case than someone having lunch. It doesn’t even smell very satisfying.”

“What was that?” asked Visi.  As the two women walked down the hall, the scientist saw her reflection in the mirrored glass - white hair, bright eyes, an earnest and soft beauty. She also saw the surprise in her own face. Was Phantom already dipping into the sustaining chemical? Visi had been contracted to develop a molecule-rich nutrient that would avoid any of the annoyances of “feeding” employees, but she was supposed to be the one to administer early doses.

“I said that it wasn’t very satisfying. It was a distraction. The best designs are almost entirely invisible, and you don’t even realize they are there.”

Visi also realized that all the art stood out because she’d never been in this part of the campus before. And this was most certainly not Visi’s lab. Phantom waved her finger by a metal pad. The glass wall on the left turned from opaque to transparent.

Inside, Visi and Phantom were able to observe a MirageCorp employee, strapped in tightly to a chair, groaning and moaning. She arched her back, curling her toes in a full-body black latex catsuit and squirming against the restraints. Phantom sighed and placed her hands on her hips for a moment, then knocked on the glass with the back of her hand.

“That, as you can see, is another example of the distraction. It seems like a few people react strongly to your gas. It’s quite nice, but it’s not what I was looking for , was it?”

Visit blushed slightly, taking one hand to her mouth. She stared at the figure, clearly lost in her own blissful haze, before noticing her own reddened reflection in the glass. Then she turned to Phantom, whose eyes had taken on a piercing glow. Visi started to choke out something about the design. After all, Phantom hadn’t waited for her “go-ahead,” nor had she been consulted. Her mouth opened and Visi began to explain the circumstances.

“You-”

She got one word in before Phantom’s finger shushed her, placed squarely on her lips.

“No,” said Phantom, “you are the best qualified person to troubleshoot any issues.”

Visi nodded, her red eyes meeting with Phantom’s glare.

“Good,” said the CEO. “I knew I could count on you.”

===

 The pleasant scent of conditioned air ran over Dr. Vi’s exposed thighs. It made her shiver. Every little sensation seemed to make her quiver, in fact. It was like holding one’s breath; the longer you did it, the more you started to notice any change in the world around you. The whirring of machinery in the walls. Hushed tones from a room over. The sound of feet on carpet. The activation of air conditioning. The sound of metal when she shifted.

 And then she started to notice her own sounds. When she swallowed, she noticed she made a tiny little mew noise. No surprise there. This particular scenario was very worthy of all kinds of intimate sounds that Visi did not commonly make.

 She had been brought, prepared, undressed, and then dressed for her role as a “tester.” The compound, Phantom had said, needed to be tested overnight- maybe for longer. Maybe even for a week after all. Monitoring was key, Phantom had said. Which was why Visi’s role as tester wouldn’t be conducted in some sterile lab, but in a bedroom at Phantom’s current residence. The roof was tall, the walls a rich wood, and the lighting seemingly designed to spotlight the newest addition to Phantom’s boudoir.

 Visi had been dressed in two items of a shining, glossy orange latex. The first and foremost was a leotard with openings for her head, her hands, and a slim opening between her legs. Phantom and her henchmen had presented the items to her with the attitude of a parent giving a child a piece of clothing. Go on, put it on. This is not a choice.  Visi was in no position to resist, and willingly slipped it on with the help of some minor lubrication.

 The latex was appreciably tight against her skin. She could feel it slipping on over her flesh, cooly enclosing her waist and stomach and chest. As she finished moving her hands through the sleeves, she moved them inward. She could feel the gratifying sensation of bending her arms and the shining latex tightening as she did so; feel the stretch as she moved, stretching back with every motion.

 Following up were a pair of thick latex stockings in a matching orange. They went up past her knee, approaching her thigh, and they slipped on with an appreciable snap. Visi’s face reddened at the sensation. To be nude was one thing. To be dressed, and dressed with such an intent was quite another.

 “The gloves. Important in a lab setting.” Phantom presented her with a pair of elbow-length black latex gloves. Visi couldn’t help but agree - quite literally, in fact, as disagreeing with one of Phantom’s commands was surely a fool’s errand. Once gloved, she also took the chance to feel her own body a second time. Visi luxuriated in the sensation.

 “Don’t get too excited,” said her captor. “Or get as excited as you want. I just want a nice baseline to monitor your vitals.” Visi nodded in agreement, trying to keep herself from acting too lewd in front of her employer… or captor. It was a blurry line between the two.

 Phantom brought her over to her ‘testing station’ with all the delicate handling of a prized show animal, as well as the earnest and unyielding hands that would not allow her to deviate from the planned curriculum.

 The machinery itself consisted of a wide sybian on a small plinth. There were some pads for her knees and thighs to help with ergonomics. But obviously,  the star of the show was the sybian itself. She knew that it was going to make for a bump ride, and while she wasn’t 100% certain about how it would interact with testing, she knew that it was going to make for a scintillating experience.

 To keep her in place, Phantom demonstrated a series of nylon and steel restraints that would lock her to the saddle. That meant around her ankles, waist, and more that wasn’t yet being demonstrated. But, before she could be locked in, Phantom had one more major addition.

 She demonstrated, wordlessly, by providing Visi with lubrication, an option for privacy, and a pair of toys that had seeingly been sculpted for her. Visit wasn’t blushing anymore. She was teetering with a gentle arousal, halfway between squirming and squealing with a growing erogenous delight. She grinned, looking left and right over and over as she stepped behind a small room divider, knelt down, and began to finger the toys in her hands. They came with a metal belt to keep them in, one that would harness with and interface with the restraints on the sybian.

 Visi felt full. She groaned, letting the sound tear from her lips as she inserted the toys. Full. Filled to the brim . Locked in as she adjusted the belt. Every motion and sensation teasing at her g-spot. The smaller plug in her rear, teasing, stretching, a powerful thick throb with every millimeter of movement.

 Phantom took her by the hand, led her to the saddle, gently let her down, and started to lock her in place.

 Click. The loud sound of the leg restraints. She felt her legs twitch as she mated with the sybian.

 Click. A loud clasp around her thighs. She could feel a charge, maybe not electric, maybe not even real, but something as she felt the belt rub against the sybian.

 CLICK. Her arms, locked behind her back in a leather box-tie sleeve. Zippers clasped closed and locked. Her arms behind her back forcing her chest out. She was moaning now, squirming and grinding happily against the sybian. And it wasn’t even on.

 SNAP. Visi moaned, and she moaned loudly.

 “So noisy.”

 Phantom took Visi’s face in her hands for a moment before slipping a black leather hood over her head. Visi was just lost in her own world even before the hood, though, grinding her belt against the padding of the sybian and trying desperately to channel some further pleasure, trying to eke out a little bit more energy from that magical moment of pressure between her legs.

 She could feel something filling out her ears; the hood had a pair of wide cups on the outside to deafen the outside world , reflecting any sounds out or in and a pair of earbuds inside that wormed deep into her ears. The front of the hood had a removable blindfold, though Phantom had taken it off and replaced it with a slim-fitting visor. It was only barely thicker than the blindfold, and had the capability for a nice visual readout of all of Visi’s stats - perfect for the scientist to diagnose herself while testing. It also conveniently linked to dozens of cameras. Phantom was already salivating at the thought of turning them on while Visi was in the middle of a particularly lewd, empowered spasm and broadcasting it all to her , from multiple cinematic angles.

 And, locked in to the saddle, with her arms bound, her legs bound, her head hooded and mouth whimpering with delight, was where Phantom left Visi for a minute or two. It felt like an eternity. She knew it was, at the ABSOLUTE most, five minutes. But every minute was just so tense, so rich with portent and anticipation. Every piece of information that her brain processed felt new and exciting. To be so completely plugged up, filled, moaning, squirming, grinding, with her outside world mostly muffled and eyesight currently dark… it was magical.

 When Phantom returned, Visi was primed and ready for anything. Mostly. She didn’t know if she was primed for the screens in her visor to flash on, showing the outside world and showing Phantom holding a titanic plug-gag in her hands.

 “It’s a good thing you’re accustomed to such equipment, doctor. This plug might be a bit big for you, and it might even buttefly out a bit. It’s quite sufficient, and it’ll make sure that you get a consistent and steady stream of Compound W. We can start out with the gaseous form, but you also possess a very capable body for heavier doses. I decided that assuming the gas intake works, we’ll immediately shift to a few doses of ultradense liquid. I know that you don’t mind having your belly filled either. It’s your own design as well, so I’m sure you’ve got no issue testing it. When we eventually sell this to the civilian market, we might tone down the aphrodisiac, but that’s for a future day. You’re getting the full dose, Visi. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”

 The plug gently parted Visi’s lips. It moved past a slightly twitching tongue. She felt he jaw widen, opening larger to accompany the massive gag. Bigger. Wider still, until her mouth was at capacity.

 The plug seemed to inflate slightly, finding a better and more comfortable nook in her mouth. Comfort was relative, of course - her maw was completely, utterly packed with a massive inflatable gag, and she could already feel gas flowing through it and into her body. It was attached via tubes to other elements of the testing rig, but she couldn’t see where it went - no doubt a generous supply of her own concoctions.

 With the gas came a knowledge of her own overwhelming need. Phantom channeled it further, leaning in close and tugging on the latex around her breasts. It opened up - a MirageCorp smart material obeying commands - and letting her breasts pop free, exposed to the world. Visi groaned again, but this time into a firm mouthful rather than the air.

 “NNNNNNGGGH.”

 Phantom was feeling quite proud of herself. Here was Dr. Vi Sera, all packed up for her own amusement. And, to a lesser degree, for scientific data. She had intended to wait a few hours, but… she was feeling generous. Phantom switched on the sybian. It began to vibrate and gyrate, sending a powerful cavitation deep inside Visi’s vulnerable, primed, and eager body.

 Visi threw her head back, moaning and groaning. Her hair, trapped in a ponytail behind her head, flashed like a waving banner. Her body turned and groaned as she felt the penetrating toys sending pulses throughout her body. Toes curled. Fingers flexed in her boxtie. Her chest flew free as her entire body began to shake under the immense pleasure of Phantom’s ministrations.

 Vibrating toys, locking with the sybian to deliver even greater levels of pleasure. Her body affected by a growing dilution of gas… and thanks to said gas, no need to let her out for hours, even days.

 Phantom smiled as she watched Visi start to climb a mountain of arousal.  She leaned back in a chair, staring at the scientist with the same piercing green glow. She decided that this week, she’d be working from home, and that her office would be here. She wanted to keep a close eye on this one.