Experiment Deeper

Samus’s mind flutters with ideas as she walks over to an operating table off to the side of the ships spacious main hall. For obvious purposes it was designed to repair and heal Samus’s suit and body from the innerstellar crisises that she’d face in space. Monster and beasts would inevitably attack her, damaging said parts, so this is where’d she come to fix those certain situations.

The futuristic corner of space appeared like any normal looking medical station. It’s modern white out look and simplistic features an operation table with not much else. Besides, maybe a glass cabinet and an end table dotted here and there.

“Computer, start a recording for experimentation sequence one.” Samus announces authoritivily. Walking over to the end of the operating table, pulling herself up to sit at its edge.

The AI dutifully ejects a flying robotic camera from beside its monitor interface. The floating little video camera hovers around to where Samus sat, circling her once over.

“Initiate protical phallic members, sleipner.” The blushing blonde demands. The computer respectfully running through many files, looks for what she’s requesting.

“Ms. Samus?” The feminine robotic voice calls to her. “It seems the folder for phalluc members is locked behind a passcode made by yourself. Would you mind giving me access to it?”

Samus sighs, squirming her legs against each other. Contemplating wether it was a good idea to reveal her secrets to her AI interface. Her hands fidgeting between touching her breasts and holding back clamped together.

“Enter private mode please. The password is...” Sami’s pauses preemptively from embarrassment. “Imhorny123. All one word, and lowercase.”

The frustrated girl sighs from relief and a bit of regret. Hiding her perverse intentions behind a redden face of lust.

“Access granted” The monitor lit up on the screen. Followed by an extremely in-depth arrangement of files. Each one labeled with a firmiliar name of a monster or beast. The computer visibly scrolls down the alphabeticalized folder, till reaching the name sleipner. Opening it revealed tons of information about the creature, all relating to its reproductive organ.

“Scan and create a mold.” Samus asks. Her nerves tingling with each passing second. She can’t help but to spread her legs, reposition her hands down to her suit covered snatch.

Without response the computer began its task. Projecting a 3 dimensional hologram of the sleipner penis. It’s anthropomorphic details from thick layering ridges to an enormous blunt and bulbous head. Taking the name from the Norse mythology of Odin’s horse. It’s size isn’t that of any ordinary equine phallus.

Lasers dart out at the hologram cock, crafting it into a physical replica. It’s clay blue design formed by synthetic materials aboard Sami’s ship. It’s monstrous size and circumference rotating mid air as the last details are engraved into place.

By now Samus has began leaking from how horny she’s become. Watching as the makeshift alien dildo was crafted before her eyes. Her fingers rubbing dearly between her labia digits covered by her suit.

After the designed cock finished, a large arm unhooks from a hidden door from above the hall ceiling. It’s pointed end designed to lock into any equipment make like a key. The arm hangs over the levitating sleipner cock, slowly piercing it’s end within the new toy-like dildo attachment.

Samus has managed to hike up her legs on either side of her, leaning back onto the raised operation table. Her breathing becomes more loud as she witnesses the silicone cock wobble it’s way over to her. The arm managing its way to situate itself over Samus’s pelvis region. Sleipner’s length fumbling over her stomach and breasts.

“So your telling me, with this new stretch upgrade, I could take this whole thing into my body?” Samus’s questions aloud. Leaving her crotch to pet the beast dangling between her legs.

“Yes. With the upgrade, your bodies new adaptions will allow you to anally, orally, and vaginally take anything within you, no matter the size. Your bodily organs and internal walls will not become damaged, nor tear apart under pressure.” The robotic voice answers in monotone.

Samus shivers hearing those words come from the AI computer. Surprised by what her body should now be capable of. Her attention changes back to her desires of experimenting with her new upgraded body.

Her suit’s neural implant reacts to her thoughts for sex, creating a perfectly framed cut out around her pussy and ass. Revealing her heated holes to fresh oxygen in the spaceships corridor.

Samus instinctively reaches around her legs, she spreads her ass apart with needing fingertips. Little gaps between her pussy and anus compete with each pulling grip.

“Begin test experiment one.” Samus moans in arousal as to what she’s about to do. The mechanical arm sliding sleipner’s fat length down her stomach. It’s underside rubbing along her most sensitive parts, before stopping with its enormous helmet kissing between the two fleshy holes. Samus’s grinding her entrances against its enlarged tip with anticipation.

(For visual representations of the cock. Search up Bad Dragon and the name used within the story)