you veto the neurological pacification field saying what you actual had in mind was for her to develop a method for two women to be able to reproduce with each other make it biological but the only futa will be you because after Grace takes control of the stubborn regions you are going to solidify control of those regions by transforming the entire population of those regions into a special worker drone transformation. the transformation would basically turn them into perfect people for general labor physically while making it so that mentally their greatest ambition is a job with physical labor this will pacify the stubborn regions allowing Grace and Victoria time to put their reforms in place allowing the next generation to not be a bunch of self important assholes but since the transformation means males turn into women we need a method for them to reproduce
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You shake your head decisively at Maxine's suggestion. "No, I don't want a neurological pacification field. What I actually had in mind was for you to develop a method for two women to be able to reproduce with each other."
Maxine's eyes widen with interest, her scientific mind already racing with possibilities. "Biological reproduction between two females? That's fascinating!"
"Make it biological," you continue, leaning against her workbench. "But I want to remain the only futa. After Grace takes control of the stubborn regions, we're going to solidify our hold by transforming the entire population into special worker drones."
Maxine picks up her tablet, fingers flying across the surface as she takes notes. "Worker drones? Elaborate, please."
"The transformation would turn them into physically perfect people for general labor," you explain, your seven-and-a-half-foot frame casting a shadow across her lab. "Mentally, their greatest ambition would be jobs with physical labor. This will pacify the stubborn regions, giving Grace and Victoria time to implement their reforms."
Maxine nods, comprehension dawning on her beautiful face. "So the next generation won't be raised by, as you put it, 'self-important assholes.' But since the transformation turns males into females, you need a method for them to reproduce."
"Exactly," you confirm with a smile, pleased by her quick understanding.
Maxine sets her tablet down and moves to a holographic display. With a few gestures, she brings up genetic models and biological schematics. "I can see several approaches. The simplest would be to modify the transformation to allow egg fusion with specialized enzymes. Two eggs combine, with genetic material recombining similarly to sperm-egg fertilization."
She manipulates the display, showing a simulation of two eggs merging. "The challenge is viability. Traditional reproduction has evolutionary advantages we'd need to replicate artificially."
You watch as she works, her enhanced intellect processing possibilities at remarkable speed. "Would it work?" you ask.
"With my enhanced abilities and the technology we've developed? Absolutely." Maxine's confidence is unwavering. "I can create a specialized biological enzyme that would trigger egg fusion when two women engage in intimate contact. The resulting embryo would develop normally in one partner's womb."
She pauses, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "Actually, I could integrate this with the worker drone transformation. The drones would produce the enzyme naturally during arousal, making reproduction a natural byproduct of intimacy rather than requiring medical intervention."
You nod appreciatively. "Perfect. How long until you can have this ready?"
"Three days for the enzyme development, another two for integration testing with the transformation parameters." Maxine's eyes gleam with scientific excitement. "By next week, we could begin transformations with built-in reproductive capability."
She hesitates, then adds, "There's another benefit. If the worker drones can only reproduce with each other, it creates a closed genetic system. They'll be biologically incapable of reproducing with non-transformed women. This ensures they remain a distinct population until we decide otherwise."
"Excellent," you approve, picturing how this will unfold across the resistant regions. "Begin immediately. This is priority one."
Maxine steps closer to you, her lab coat barely containing her enhanced curves. "Jane, this is brilliant. Creating a perfectly content labor force that reproduces naturally will solve the economic challenges in those regions while maintaining stability." She looks up at you with undisguised admiration. "Your vision continues to amaze me."
You smile down at her, reaching out to brush a strand of red hair from her face. "That's why we make such a good team. Your scientific genius brings my visions to life."
Maxine beams at the praise, already turning back to her workbench with renewed purpose. "I'll have preliminary designs by dinner. Would you like to observe the first enzyme synthesis tests tomorrow morning?"
"I would," you confirm. "And Maxine? Make sure the worker drones are still capable of experiencing pleasure. I want them content, not miserable."
"Of course," she nods seriously. "Maximum satisfaction from physical labor and intimate connections—but zero ambition beyond that. They'll be the happiest manual workers in history."