Cynthia retrieved a measuring tape, her movements precise as she wrapped it around Ace's developed chest. Her golden eyes flickered as she noted the measurement.
"110 cm..." she murmured, the faintest trace of admiration in her tone.
Ace shifted slightly, still adjusting to the unfamiliar strength in her body. "That big, huh?"
Cynthia simply nodded before kneeling before Ace, the cool metal of the measuring tape brushing against her jeans. She wrapped the tape around the noticeable bulge straining against the fabric with practiced efficiency.
"30 cm in circumference... and still growing," she noted with clinical precision, though there was an undeniable pause in her voice.
Ace's face turned red. "That's... kinda big, right?"
Cynthia stood, rolling the tape back into her palm. "Yes, Master Ace. You are extremely well-endowed," she stated matter-of-factly, though her voice carried a faintly huskier edge. "I'll need to find clothing that accommodates your size properly."
She turned toward a nearby storage unit, her plump figure swaying slightly with each step. Ace found herself staring before quickly looking away, heat rising to her cheeks.
After scanning the selections, Cynthia retrieved a pair of black leather pants with a specially tailored, expandable front. She held them up, examining them critically before turning back to Ace.
"These should fit, but we need to confirm the size. Please remove your jeans again, Master Ace."
Ace stiffened, her face growing even redder. "I-in front of you!?"
Cynthia met her gaze evenly, her golden eyes filled with both amusement and patience. "I am an android, Master Ace. I do not experience embarrassment or modesty as humans do. My only function is to assist you."
Ace swallowed hard. "I... okay." Ace takes off her jeans and then her underwear that could barely contain the monster between her legs. Her cock flops freely getting fully hard once met with the cold air.
Cynthia's eyes widen slightly as Ace's massive cock springs free, standing at full attention. She swallows hard, maintaining her composure despite the impressive sight. "Indeed, those measurements were accurate," she comments professionally. "Please step into these pants, master Ace."
"That's quite... impressive," she mutters under her breath, helping Ace step into the leather pants one leg at a time. She carefully adjusts the fly, ensuring it's open wide enough to comfortably contain Ace's massive erection. "These should give you proper support."
"I don't think it should just be… hanging out in the open like this..." she muttered, trying to cover herself slightly with the blanket still draped over her shoulders.
"You're right..." Cynthia's cheeks color slightly as she notices how Ace's massive cock is visibly tenting the leather pants. "There's a pair of cargo pants that might be more comfortable. Just... hold on a moment." She turns away to retrieve them, her voice softer than before.
Ace watched as Cynthia disappeared into the next room, the soft hiss of automated doors closing behind her. The lab was quiet again, save for the gentle hum of machinery and the sound of her own breathing.
She looked down at herself, still not used to the raw power and unfamiliar weight between her legs. Her hand hovered over the throbbing length, curiosity and tension pulsing through her.
She let her fingers brush it—just once—and a jolt of pleasure shot through her spine, making her knees wobble.
"Ngh—!" she gasped, a hand bracing against the side of the cryo pod as her entire body trembled.
Cynthia returned a moment later, holding a pair of black cargo pants. As the door slid open and she stepped into the room, her golden eyes caught the scene before her Ace, standing by the cryo pod, her hand still resting against her exposed length, a faint blush on her cheeks and confusion in her eyes.
Cynthia paused mid-step. Her brows lifted slightly, just enough to register a flicker of surprise, a rare crack in her otherwise composed demeanor.
"I… apologize for intruding," she said softly. She gently set the pants down on a nearby counter and approached slowly. "May I… assist you with that, Master Ace?"
Ace blinked, caught off guard by the question. She turned slightly, unsure whether to cover herself or stand her ground.
Cynthia pauses, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. She looks up at Ace, her expression softening. "You're very considerate, master Ace. But please, allow me to assist. It's my function to care for your needs, including... this one,"
Ace sits down on a chair and spreads her legs for Cynthia to get to her massive aching cock. "H-how does this work?"
Cynthia kneels between Ace's spread legs, eyeing the massive length and girth of Ace's throbbing erection. She reaches out with trembling hands, gently wrapping her fingers around the hot, pulsing flesh. "First, I'll start by gently jacking you off," she explains softly.
Cynthia begins to slowly pump her hand up and down Ace's enormous shaft, her small hand barely able to wrap around it. She keeps her grip light, unsure of how sensitive the massive organ is. As she strokes, she notices small drops of pre-cum leaking from the tip and spreading over her hand.
"A-ah...."
Cynthia hears Ace's soft moan and watches as the massive length twitches in her hand. She spreads the pre-cum around the tip with her thumb, making the head shiny and slippery. She increases her speed slightly, testing Ace's reaction. "Does this feel good, master Ace?"
Ace's breath hitched, and her hand reached back instinctively to brace against the pod behind her. "Y-yeah… it does. A lot…"
Cynthia's expression remained neutral, but there was a softness in the way she moved, almost reverent. "I'm here to serve and support you," she said, her voice calm but warmer than before. "But if at any moment you want me to stop… just say the word."
"Y-yes..." The girl says covering her mouth.
(Smut starts here)
"Then let me know if you like this too..." She leans forward slightly, keeping her eyes on Ace's face as she extends her tongue and collects a drop of pre-cum from the tip. Ace hears a soft, wet sound as Cynthia's tongue touches the sensitive head, causing another tremor.
"F-fuck...!" Her cock throbs.
Cynthia watches the massive length twitch and swell in her hand. She swallows hard, realizing how sensitive Ace is. She decides to test something else, wrapping her lips around the tip without warning. She sucks lightly, hollowing her cheeks. "Mph! Mhmm!"
Cynthia takes more of Ace's massive cock into her mouth, her eyes watering slightly as she tries to accommodate the enormous size. She sucks gently, using her tongue to swirl around the sensitive tip. She pulls back slightly, letting Ace's cock pop out of her mouth with a wet sound.
A thick white load spurts out from Ace's cock causing the girl to moan and arch her back.
Cynthia quickly tries to lean forward to catch the spurting load with her mouth, managing to swallow a good portion before it splatters against her face and chest. "Mmph!" she moans, feeling the creamy cum flood her mouth and spill down her chin.
Ace's body trembled as the waves of pleasure crashed over her. She gasped, her voice catching in her throat as she looked down, eyes wide in disbelief.
"I-I'm so sorry!" she stammered, panic and embarrassment flooding her.
"No... don't apologize, master Ace..." she says, wiping cum from her face with trembling fingers. Her breathing is heavier now, and her cheeks are flushed. "That was... quite a lot." She continues wiping cum from her chin and neck, unintentionally drawing attention to her cleavage.
Ace watched, wide-eyed, heart pounding. Her gaze drifted as Cynthia tilted her head, the angle unintentionally emphasizing her full cleavage framed by the sleek black bodysuit.
As she wipes the last of the sticky cum from her skin, a few droplets linger on her cleavage. Ace can see the milky white substance glistening in the dim light, contrasting with her soft, creamy skin.
Ace averted her gaze, cheeks still flushed, and quickly reached for the black boxers Cynthia had set aside. She slipped them on, followed by the baggy cargo pants, grateful for the extra space and the comfort they brought.
Her body was finally calming down, and she wasn't eager to experience another wave of unfamiliar urges so soon.