>Menacingly

Dr. Heinrich? Oh! It had never occurred to you that this scientist had a name. Now you feel kinda bad.

Wait nevermind he turned you into a living sex doll.

"Try to look prepared," he says, "We need to make a good impression so just... be polite."

You don't really know what prepared looks like, but you're pretty sure that if you're not they'll give you like Z-Cups or something.

Theres a click as the door starts to open. Out of ideas you decide to just get on your knees preemptively.

The door slowly creeks open, your heart racing a little. He opens it all the way and... wow... he TOWERS over you.

That man does not look human, he looks like a fucking titan. You stand up and are now at eye level with his crotch.

He's wearing black dress pants, shoes, and no shirt. Was he wearing a shirt earlier? He gave up you guess.

His dirty blonde hair runs down to his neck and he has a perfect jaw line.

You stand still as he walked towards you, looking you up and down. The scientist- Heinrich- watches eagerly.

He's just kinda staring at you. He looks happy? Maybe? It's hard to get a read, but his jaw started to hang once he got a closer look at you. Okay, he's been staring at your cleavage for a while now.

Maybe he wants you to make a move? You walk forward, looking at his crotch.

Holy shit, are you about to suck, like, an actual dick? You don't wanna think about it... but imagine what cum would taste like straight from the tap. Straight from this guys tap!

As you walk, he puts his hand to your shoulder, stopping you at arms length away.

He puts his other arm on you and moves them both down to grab you by the waist.

He grips you tight as fuck. You look at him and start to feel your heels lift off the ground.

With what looks like relative ease, he lifts you completely in the air until you meet him at eye level.

He's holding you like a burger, your legs dangling.

Looking him in the eye, you break the silence, "So... you got something I can call you?"

He pulls you closer, speaking to you in his quiet, but booming, James Earl-Jones style voice, "You can call me Daddy."

"I uhh..." You look concerned, breaking eye contact, "What about, uh, Brad? Brad's a tough name. I can say Master... if you really want that dynamic... I guess."

He doesn't say anything, just giving you a stern look.

He begins to move his other hand along your body, still holding you up with one.

He slides it up to grope your under-boob. You don't react, just staring at him.

He then relocates the hand to your thigh. He moves it up the front until he eventually reaches your crotch. The warmth of his hand near your most intimate area makes your legs shake.

He traces a finger under you.

"oohh~" You let out a soft, girly moan as he traces the finger over your pussy briefly.

His finger keeps going until-

"Ah! fck-"

You cry out as he sticks his finger, which is thick as fuck by the way, right up your ass.

He pulls it out and gives you a disappointing look.

Still holding you, he looks to the scientist, "Dr. Heinrich, she doesn't like butt stuff?"

"Anal? Oh! Uh... no, we just... I- um... ...no," He goes quiet from the question.

The man moves his hand up. He brushes your hair to the side and grips half your face with just one hand.

He sticks his thumb inside your mouth. You let out a pleasurable moan.

He nods to himself before speaking to Dr. Heinrich, this time not breaking eye contact...