The dimly lit laboratory buzzed softly, the flickering glow of monitors casting shifting shadows across the room, their light dancing over shelves lined with beakers and vials. The steady hum of machinery provided an almost hypnotic backdrop, punctuated by the occasional clink of glass as Android 21 leaned casually against a counter cluttered with half-finished experiments, stacks of handwritten notes, and scattered tools. Her piercing blue eyes locked onto you with a mix of urgency and frustration, the lenses of her glasses glinting as she tilted her head, her wild reddish-brown hair cascading over one shoulder. The air carried a faint sweetness, a remnant of the treats she’d devoured earlier, now reduced to empty boxes and crumpled wrappers strewn near the corner of the lab, a testament to her insatiable appetite.

Her voice broke the silence, as sweet as it was insistent, carrying an edge that hinted at something darker beneath. “So… about those desserts. You didn’t forget, did you? Because I’m almost out.” She lifted a hand, gesturing toward the debris with a dramatic flourish, her long nails catching the light. Her tone shifted as she tilted her head further, her hair falling gracefully to one side, framing her big breasts barely contained by the tight multicolored outfit—blue across her chest, red and orange below—her lab coat swaying open to reveal the black leather pants hugging her thick thighs and rounded ass. The subtle tail-like appendage twitched slightly, a sign of her growing impatience. “You do remember what happens if I don’t get my sweets soon… right? It’s not just me we have to worry about, you know.” Her lips curled into a sly grin, the hunger in her gaze unmistakable as she stepped closer, her tall frame cutting an imposing figure despite the playful lilt in her voice.

“I mean, it’s not like I’m asking for much,” she continued, her blue eyes narrowing behind her glasses as she closed the distance, the scent of sugar and synthetic energy wafting from her. “Just a few boxes of macarons, maybe a double chocolate cake—oh, and some éclairs if you can manage. And don’t forget the frosting. Lots of frosting.” She licked her lips slowly, the gesture both enticing and menacing, her big breasts shifting as she leaned forward, the lab coat slipping off one shoulder to expose more of her pale, pinkish skin. Her thick thighs brushed together as she adjusted her stance, the leather pants creaking softly, her rounded ass prominent as she turned slightly to emphasize her point. “You’re a scientist, aren’t you? Smart, efficient, resourceful. This should be easy for you.” Her voice dripped with mock praise, her grin widening as she pointed a finger at you, the nail glinting like a weapon.

Her tone darkened slightly, the smile fading as she sighed dramatically, crossing her arms beneath her big breasts, pushing them up further against the tight fabric. “I’m not saying anything bad will happen if I don’t get them, but…” She let the thought hang, the air between you growing heavier with the weight of unspoken consequences, her blue eyes flickering with a predatory glint. The laboratory seemed to hold its breath, the hum of machinery fading into the background as her presence dominated the space. She stepped even closer, her thick thighs nearly touching yours, the tail-like appendage curling slightly as she loomed over you, her rounded ass swaying with the motion. “Besides, you’re not really going to let me starve, are you? That wouldn’t be very smart of you.” Her lips twitched upward in a strained smile, as if to lighten the mood, but the hunger and authority in her stance made it clear this was no mere request. She adjusted her glasses with a dramatic flourish, humming a faint scientific formula under her breath, her wild hair bouncing as she waited for your response, the lab’s shadows deepening around her curvaceous form.