\n\t\t\t\t\tfaeseiren(Editor's note : Yes I know vacuum in space doesn't work like this, yes I don't care for the sake of fetish. :P )
Feligris carefully aims at the opening in front of her under the red glare of the warning lights which tell her that the area is under hard vacuum – although the dilapidated station is partially powered, only a small part of it is currently pressurized due to issues caused by small hull breaches, missing parts and leaking seals everywhere. As she approaches the steel-edged passageway to grab it and slip her helmet through, she remembers the comments from the rest of the small rough&tumble crew about how her generous bust would be a problem for her… maneuvering her body to the right position while simultaneously making sure her breasts don't stick out too far, is proving out to be hard again.
It had not been a huge problem in the past few missions she had done as the new hire, and she thinks it won't be a problem now either – but in the dim light with her gaze already aimed at the new section of the station, she lets herself slide off-center when she moves her arms to push her body wholly through the hatch – and as a result her tightly stretched suit front strikes the sharp edge of the metal strips which line the hatch when she puts her muscles to work to gain momentum. She very soon realizes her error as as she senses her bosom bumping into something, however it's already too late as the metal effortlessly tears a large gash in her suit.
Mere eyeblink later her breasts already swell out from being exposed to vacuum, further ripping them suit and expanding into view while the suit's internal fail-safes tighten viciously around their bases to prevent the rest of the suit from being depressurized – the intense agonizing throbbing eliciting a loud screech from Feligris' throat as she floats out into the open hallway space, her cries falling of deaf ears apart from her own.
During her anguished thrashing she ends up almost perfectly in the middle of the long connecting hallway, eventually noticing that there's no way for her to head back or change her direction as she cannot reach any of the walls – whereas her suit has not jetpack or safety line as they would only slow her down in the cramped interior which keeps her safe from floating out regardless. Hence she's only able to drift slowly towards the opposing wall while her heartbeat pounds within her steadily expanding bosom and her skin tightens painfully at the same time as the remaining shreds of her suit dig into her tormented breasts. The sight of the cream-coloured mounds growing before her eyes while she can feel the harsh tingling, makes her tremble and grit her teeth in anticipation of her looming fate.
Because, earlier, she had been curious as to why large breasts were considered such hindrance even if their suits were known to be flimsy to make them more flexible and easier to equip… and her boss had merely said that the female suit was meant to save her at the cost of her fun bags if her hit them on something in a bad way, and it now dawns on her that it meant seeing them balloon up for a couple of minutes towards a likely explosion whereas the suit would try to isolate them from the rest by making it feel like they're being cut off from her chest with thin rope. The sharp tingling and the heavy throbbing only grow more fierce by the moment as her breasts reach double and then triple their normal size as she tries different channels on her communicator to reach someone, only getting silence thanks to the walls around her, her hands helplessly placed on her bosom.
Finally after roughly ten minutes of pointless communication attempts while watching her grossly bloated breasts reach quadruple size, Feligris senses the pain in her hide spiking while faintly seeing a criss-cross of veins and stretchmarks through the thinned-out fur on her bare chest… the overly busty feline whining and resigning herself to the idea of her breasts bursting in the vacuum at any moment now as her tissue seems to almost bubble within her drumtight skin from all the tingling, her hands balling up to fists in anguish.
And she doesn't have to wait for long as knife-like slashing pain abruptly shoots through her bosom when her skin begins to rip open from multiple spots, her body spasming from the excruciating sensation of her breast tissue literally erupting from her chest due to her skin giving up totally. Mere seconds later the walls are splattered with yellowish-red fatty tissue, breast muscle shreds and pieces of skin with creamy fur, whereas the feline is knocked out cold by the shot in mid-scream – her suit finally managing to squeeze the holes closed to leave her floating with a flat chest in the middle of a cloud of gore, her team likely being forced to wade through it when they come to check on her progress…