Look at the size of those thighs
Imagine the setting: you are a young researcher, recently promoted. You have been assigned to interview the subject regarding to death of a staff member during a breach.
You walk in to the white room, with a table and two chairs in the centre. Seated in the far one is 049, her black cloak a stark contrast to your lab coat.
You begin to open your mouth to speak, but she beats you to it. “Doctor, I am unable to remember your face. I take it upon myself to know all members of staff. Care to get better… acquainted?” You feel your face redden “Please, I am hear to ask you questions, nothing more”
“Nonsense, doctor.” 049 pulls a bottle of champagne out of the folds of her clothes. You gulp. The two security guards leave. You can see that they had recently been killed and reanimated. You begin to sweat. 049 stands up. With no shoes of any kind, she towers over you by at least 3 inches. “Doctor… I implore you. Please, have a drink.”
You see her curvaceous thighs beneath her clothing. You feel a bulge begin to swell in your trousers. This does not escape the dominatrix’s attention. She lowers her hand, closing around your member with a grip like iron. She stoops over to look you dead in the eyes. In a flash, you’re on the floor on your back, looking up at the ceiling of the containment chamber. She gazes down at you. She turns around and begins to squat down. You see her immense ass bend, her gigantic thighs looming over you. After an eternity, she reaches your face. You scream, but the immense blob of flesh on your face drowns out all sound. Her moans of pleasure drown out your screams even in your head. Despite your fear, you climax several times. You hear her move to your crotch. She laughs at your minute member in comparison with all others she has seen. Deprived of oxygen and sweating profusely, you pass out