GT-Station

	A loud beep of the intercom wakes you, "Time to suit up, it's going to be a long one this time" the voice on the other end informs you. Stretching one last time you leave your cabin and start to make your way down the human designated corridor. You snort at the thought, not like anyone else could use it, even if it wasn't tucked away in the walls. As it turns out, as far as most races in the galaxy are concerned, humans are positively tiny, stupidly dense though, both side effects from evolving on the densest known homeworld.

	Of course there are obvious downsides to living in a world made for people dozens of times your size, you can't use anything built for the galactic standard and you have to watch your step in a busy hallway. Luckily it's pretty safe, despite their size, most of the other aliens are light enough they can't really hurt you if you get stepped on, especially up here in low G.

	And, as you enter the lockerroom to find your partner, Kylila, in the middle of changing and already topless, you can't help but think how the pros outweigh the cons. She's a Ventaral, a race not unlike the old depictions of elves, if they were blue and big enough to hold a human in the palm of their hand. Kylila herself is a bit on the short size for her race (not that it matters much, given your size), with short, silvery hair perfect those tiny helmets they use for spacewalks.

	Yeah, that's your job, the two of you are repair men specializing in the station's externals, it's not particularly a glamorous job but someone has to do it. And yeah, there's not much you can do given your size. At least not on your own. Y'see the suits are something of a two person rig, one advantage of your size is a "normal" size space suit can easily fit a human sized cockpit/control room tucked away in the electronics of the suit freeing up the larger partner from having to mess with any sort of remote access system or fumble with control panels on the suit itself. Of course getting into it's a hassle, especially with a partner like Kylila, the access port is on the inside of the suit for "safety" reasons. Though sometimes you wonder if there were other reasons for that... But not like you can help it, so with not much else to do until Kylila notices you, you just decide to sit back and admire the show from the waist high human entrance to the lockerroom.

	As she hangs up her shirt you notice a familiar smirk on her face as she spies you out of the corner of her eye. Turning away from you she bends over, giving you a perfect view of her a tight, a firm ass as she slowly pulls down her pants. With one last wiggle of her hips she steps out of her abandoned pants and tosses them in her locker too before walking over to the opposite wall and removing her formfitting spacesuit from it's confines. Throwing it over her shoulder she struts over, giving plenty of time to soak in the view of her trim and toned body and ample chest. Giving you a "tisk" of feigned annoyance, Kylila reaches down and snatches you up, "Late again? We'll have to suit up the quick way then" she jokingly says before giving the suit a quick shake to straighten it out and tossing you in.

	With a plop you land on the soft lining of the suit, taking a few seconds to get your bearing you notice the two holes on either side of you, seems you've landed on back of the crotch this time. Looking up at the hole above you see her smiling down at you, "Sorry, can't wait for you to reach the access hatch" before your world shifts around you and the light is eclipsed by her body as one massive blue leg enters the hole to the left of you, then another to the right. Before you get a chance to move Kylila starts to slowly work the suit up, stretching the latex like material tight against her smooth thighs bringing you ever closer to her magnificent ass. Pulling the bottom of the suit up around her hips Kylila inadvertently (but not unpleasantly) wedged you between her massive, soft blue buns before quickly slipping her arms in the top half of the suit and sealing it up.

	"Hurry up and get up there" She says, "I'll start without you" as she takes off down the corridor, her soft flesh rubbing and kneading your tiny body. Despite the tight fabric keeping you pressed firmly against her warm flesh, the movement of her body works you lower and lower down to the crotch of the suit. Taking her advice you try to get a move on it, though as you're jostled around by her thighs, it quickly becomes a struggle just to keep from sliding down one of her leg holes. Not that you'd particularly mind being pressed against her smooth blue legs (or really any other part of her), but you really don't want to double the size of your climb, or work your way to her feet, not that spending the entire mission being played with by her toes is that bad either.

	For several minutes you do you best to keep yourself wedged between her smooth flesh and slick suit before one final lurch knocks you forward as Kylila stops. Listening closely you can hear the muffled hum of the airlock emptying, when the door opens and she pushes off all noise from the outside world suddenly stops.

	It's quite in space, the silent life support of the suit doing little to fill the void. Though you'll never say it, there's something reassuring about these two man rigs, listening to Kylila breath, and the constant thumping of her heart does wonders to put you at ease, reminding you you're not the only one out here. You lie there for a bit, listing to the sounds of her massive body as you bask in the warmth and delightfully musky scent of her wet snatch above you. A soft thump when she lands on one of the support arms of the station and there is noise once more, the familiar hum of the station and the thump of each step of magboots as she slowly walks across the outerstructure to .... you're not actually sure, guess you'll have to check when you reach the chest mounted cockpit. Your musings are cut short when you suddenly find yourself shoved facefirst against her pussy, her fingers pressing into you from through the suit as she begins to tease herself.

	Normally it's an exercise in futility, the thick, smooth fabric of the suit dulling any attempts to do more than lightly tease oneself, unless of course, they had the foresight to leave a little toy in there with them. Slowly but firmly she rubs your tiny form, using you to trace her eager slit as you struggle against her, doing your best to keep going. Several times you nearly find yourself slipping in, hearing her moans and gasps each time she feels you enter her. But no matter how tempting it is to spend the mission in that "cockpit" you persevere, earning a disappointed whine from Kylila as you pull yourself loose from her grip and continue on your way, leaving your partner eager and needy as she continues to tease herself desperately trying to finish without you.

	As you leave the thick, musky scent behind, you find yourself crawling across her well defined abs. It's pretty easy going, your body still slick with her juices lets you simply slide your way up. Despite this you still find yourself sweating, it takes you a minute until you notice she's sweating too. She must have messed with her suit's cooling system again, she knows how... difficult that'll make the next leg of your journey, you think to yourself as you find yourself in the shadow of her massive breasts.

	Forcing your way between the mounds of flesh you begin squirming up through. Progress is slow, the soft, pillowy flesh is difficult enough to push against on it's own without sinking into it, but now that it's slick with her sweat you can do little more than squirm and hope for the best. You make it about half way before Kylila decides to make it difficult for you when you suddenly find yourself engulfed in a near suffocatingly tight embrace of warm titflesh when she squeezes her tits together, halting your progress.

	She starts slowly at first, teasing a nipple through the suit but soon her need overwhelms her and she begins groping and massaging her breasts, desperate for the relief she's still missing from the start of your climb. For what seems like hours she kneads and rubs her chest, moaning as she jostles you around between her beautiful blue breasts, your mind entering an aroused daze as your warm, soft prison fills with the suffocating scent of her sweat and arousal while your tiny body is tossed about, trapped within her all encompassing titflesh. It isn't until one hand moves back down to her crotch do you get a chance to make your escape. Pulling yourself upward as you fight against her jiggling flesh you eventually manage to free yourself from her cleavage.

	Finally at your destination you reach up and press the access button, opening the hatch to your tiny cramped cockpit. Slipping in you peal off your clothes, soaked in a mix of Kylila's juices and sweat before you running a few diagnostics and listing to Kylila's moans as you wait for your companion to finish up.

	A sudden thunk is the only warning you have before Kylila suddenly goes quite. Even the familiar hum of the station is gone. The silence is interrupted by Kylila's nervous giggle, "Oops"

	"Kylila," you reply, "What did you do?"

	"I uh, got a little over eager there, kinda pulled both magboots loose" she sheepishly responds

	A grunt of annoyance is all you answer with

	"Come on now, we wouldn't be in this boat if you didn't leave me on edge there" she retorts, "I've set the distress beacon but it'll be a bit before we can get a pick up"

	You guess there's not much you can do, so with a sigh you open the access hatch and dive back in