The depths of space were vast and dark, an empty abyss of danger and the unknown. Maeko was on a mission by a gas giant; she had been investigating a remote gas giant's moon, a system that had an ADD gas research station that was periodically enveloped in an electrical storm. They hadn't responded to communications in some time, and the ADD sent her to investigate why. It was abandoned, they said, with no signs of why...

Arriving, she found out why. A large free-floating asteroid had floated into the system; the station had been abandoned quickly before the collision, and she had found an escape shuttle conducting repairs in orbit. It had lost comm systems because it launched during the storm, and its sensors were badly damaged. She managed to send it on its way... although she still had work to do. The research center hadn't been directly hit when the asteroid finally bounced off the moon; she had received new orders during the other shuttle's repairs to see if their primary data centers could be salvaged...

As she guided her ship once again closer to the established base, her sharp senses picked up something that her scanners were missing. A dark shadow against the bright shape of the greenish-blue gas giant; it was some sort of space station, hidden in the electrical interference of the outermost gas layers as it made it's slow orbit....

Recovering data was one thing, but this looked like some sort of abandoned ADD facility... it didn't look to be in use anymore, no visible light or systems active. But this could be a real find, if something was left of value there... and maybe more so than what she'd find on her current errand.

I chose to investigate the dark, abandoned space station first. Perhaps if I did well here my status with the ADD would be upgraded enough that I wouldn't always be sent on the most difficult of missions!
Docking with the station proved easy enough, the docking rings seemed of standard size, but there was something 'different' with the makeup of the station. Clearly up close it wasn't human in origin, but of alien design.
Perhaps the computer core would still be intact, providing valuable intelligence for my superiors!
After checking to make sure the atmosphere was earth normal, I opened the seals to the station, letting in a stale, metallic tasting air, but still quite breathable.
I was dressed in a tight black skinsuit which clung tantilizingly to my form, my enhanced breasts strained at the suits front, almost threatening to burst from their confines like ripened fruit...
With large handlamp in one hand, I slowly made my way through the initial corridors of the deserted statoin.

Outside and in, you notice, are quite different. The inside seems to be much more familiar; it was an ADD station... definitely. Modified. On the outside, heavily so. That must be what that alien-outline was... some form of protection from the magnetic and electrical power of the gas giant. And possibly repairs; the station looks quite damaged... it was a good thing that the docking ring wasn't... the power from her ship was used to operate the machinery on the station at the connection, a safeguard for situations much like this.

The station still had atmosphere though; it tasted stale to your senses, but you could hear a faint thrumm that told you the environmental controls had been repaired. There was a thin layer of dust, which in itself was interesting... it was suspicious; there was something living here, at least since it had been abandoned.

As your boots struck the metal grating that ran along the floor, the dark hall into the station was faintly lit by a cracked, glowing panel used for a variety of tasks. Now, it was useless, but still received a minute amount of power. The metal of the station made a low, eerie groan as it shifted; cosmic winds and planetary gasses shifting it subtly. With the faint electronic hum of the occasional semi-operating device, the place felt almost haunted...

Walking cautiously through the darkened ship the young woman followed the glowing panels deep into the bowels of the station, searching for the main control section.
Despite her many alien encounters, Maeko always had an unreasoning fear of situations that reminded her of ghosts and such. Something of her childhood fears remained.
Shifts in the air currents brought goosebumps to her arms. It was like the opening and closing of door hatches that caused an almost inaudible moaning to reach her hearing. (kind of like the sound in the original 'Alien' movie)
Pouting at her silly fears, the intrepid, comely Agent forged ahead...

As you walked deeper and deeper, past half-open doors, random beeping devices, and hatchways that have to be winched open and climbed through, you make her way towards the bowels of the station. You notice more and more signs of repair; while there were plenty of areas neglected, unused, there were more operational doors, cleaner passageways, and even an actual light flickering every once and a while.

It was when you reach an open elevator shaft that you notice something else; a peculiar moisture and scent to the air. Faintly musky, you couldn't fully place it... it was like some of the jungles you explored on remote, strange worlds. While the air filtration might be working... one could swear it felt like someone somehow put a ~jungle~ in here. The smell, and air, was coming from the open shaft; the doors were driven open into either side of the archway wall, one of them even crooked as it sat open. Down the shaft, maybe six floors, there was light streaming out through an open doorway... no elevator was in sight, and it used an electronic/magnetic system, but there was a rung ladder along the side-shaft.

Maeko's cleavage was anything but modest... her ponderous mounds threatened to spill out as she swung out, but she didn't spill out. Climbing down took a ways, but she managed to reach the door safely. It was another swing to get herself onto the ground there...

And here she saw the jungle.

Someone actually, as far as she could tell, removed the floor and ceiling on two or three levels, joining them all in one vast chamber. The floor here was dug out, possibly the rooms below filled with soil, and apparently irrigated. There was a mix of flora here, flowers, trees, and bushes, that must have taken quite some time to gather. Fans on the high ceiling spun irregularly, and several vents blew in a warm wind... while others seemed to channel air out. The ceiling was a light, almost reflective, blue, and bright light-panels shone at random points across it.

This place probably did well to recycle air across the station, at least if the ventilation worked right, and there weren't too many people actually living there. She could feel the sweat on her skin, the air cooling her off a little... but the muggy heat wouldn't be staved off so easily. Her skin glistened quickly and she felt herself getting thirsty... ugh.

The plants, she notes, are somewhat familiar... foliage from a system not too far away, though she isn't a trained eye for such things. They wouldn't be dangerous, but not all the plants were things she recognized, exactly. There was a dark door at the far end of the chamber, opened with a simple access panel, which let her enter a thankfully cooler hall... unlit, and dark, she finds. As she heads down it, she finds more doors with other such rooms... slightly different environments in each. Some of these look to be constructed, while others seem to have been deliberate terrariums already contained in this space station... environmental observation or storage of some kind.

It is as she opens a door into another, less-intensely hot jungle environment, that she sees the first signs of other life; she sees a small, human-like shadow moving at the far end of the large chamber. The movement of it was briefly seen; it stepped off the path, wandering deeper into the foliage it looks like...

Strange, it looked rather mundane, like a young man, rather incongruous to the exotic setting.

Maeko drew her old-fashioned weapon, moving after the humanoid shadow she had seen in the thick trees. The way her muscled, shapely body moved was enough to attract the eyes of any male... human and otherwise. Certainly, the eyes watching her secretly from the trees, mentally picturing those breasts entwined and encircled by voracious tentacle-coils... it was an old trap it'd use, but it worked more often than it did not. And it would especially be fun with her lovely proportions...


The figure she saw seemed to be moving around the far end of the jungle-filled chamber. With her gun ready, she wasn't sure what she was going to see... but given the alien construction, a monster of some kind was likely.

At the far end of the chamber, she finds that the plants thin out a lot, and a pathway of set stones seems to wind back roughly the way she came. But here... was another door, this one closed. Possibly, the figure went through? She felt the relieving breeze of one of the vents fanning down air, letting her pause and for an instant bathe in that refreshing coolness that every inch of her skin begged for...


The breeze vanished, which was the only warning she had of danger. Then tentacles erupted out of the vent, launching around her wrists and pulling on her to lift her straight into the air!

The sharp jerk pulled her up painfully, making the hand scream before her hand went numb. She could hear the satisfying shriek of something not-human as pieces of the tentacle and blood splattered around her. It made her spirit rise in vicious satisfaction... but even her free hand was grabbed tightly by a third tentacle, and she was lifted upwards.

Up towards the vent. It was a square shape, and was set up on the ceiling of the three-or-four story chamber. One of many... and she was quickly pulled into it! It was tight, cramped, but the agent's toned body and long legs vanished into it smoothly and easily.

It didn't rise up far, maybe ten feet, then abruptly reached a horizontal shaft that she was pulled around. Her shoulders were screaming and aching from the force of the pull and supporting her body; now, the pull slowed and her joints were groaning but relieved. In this narrow tunnel, she quickly began to realize her situation; one could only crawl through this shaft, and it was so cramped she might not even be able to lower her ams to her sides to get a weapon... if she could even free her wrists. The tentacles holding her began to loop around both, binding them together and holding her easily as the second tentacle began to slide up along her arm and wrist.

The sensation of the tentacle slipping along her arm began to send her shivers through her body. Maeko was aware of other things as well; her impossibly sexy breasts were grinding against the steel of the chute, the rippled edges and stubs sliding against her flesh that was barely protected by her outfit... especially the ample inches that were exposed from zipping down her outfit for the heat. The friction was causing her top to slowly slide down, by mere hairs, but enough to startle her and send her skin aching.

She was being warmed up as she was being dragged to the deepest, darkest place of this station... and whatever was waiting for the lovely ADD agent...

The shaft was actually having the effect... of starting to torment Maeko. The agent's breasts were spilling out of her bodysuit, and the popping of her bra was an even worse sign. She could feel every inch of the shaft grind, even against her shapely hips, but especially the flesh of her tits that were being tormented by the journey.

The tentacle moving up her arm started to tickle along her shoulder... and then it traced over the uppersides of her breasts, the shapely flesh that was trying to burst free as she was pulled deeper and deeper. The sudden teasing... the sensation of octopi suckers brushing over her shapely mounds, threatening to stick fast. As stubs and the edges of the air duct began to rasp across her breasts, they caught and tugged at her hardening nipples.

Bursts of pleasure were starting to fill her... was she actually going to get hot and bothered by this terrible 'trip'?!

As Maeko began to cry out, lost in the maze of ventilation shafts, more tentacles began to swarm up the tunnel. The suction cup-like suckers stuck fast to her delicate and sensitive skin, two even finding her hardening peaks. As the tentacles flexed, the octopi suckers tugged at her expansive flesh. Her mounds, her skin, her entirely shapely body was utterly undefended as her arms were held above her in the shaft; even those limbs felt the obscene caress of the tentacles, sensation to what should be protecting the rest of her.

Slowly, they swarmed even past her vulnerable globes. Sliding down the skin of her ribs, teasing along her flat stomach, caressing her shapely hips. As they began to encircle her firm thighs, she could feel the inevitable clasping of the suckers, ensuring that escape was now impossible. The octopi-like horror was swarming her with tentacles now, numbering likely eight strong, and even her lips began to feel a tentacle toying over them, as if threatening to force her to swallow it down.

With tentacles tightening around her shapely thighs and strong upper-arms, now she began to find herself pulled faster. Her bodysuit's zipper was dragged down as far as it would, but her tits threatened to spill out of her open top and bra. As it was, her exposed flesh dragged against the metal, each rivulet and seam sliding against her expansive rack. It was an exquisite torment for her bountiful shape, the cool metal drawing out goosebumps as more and more of her mounds was forced against it, the bodysuit's "V" spreading towards her shoulders now...