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This story features a fairly reluctant predator and a modicum of pain, but no death or other dark aspects, so enjoy. :P","writing":"The isolated mining platform protrudes from the large misshapen asteroid akin to a metal frisbee sunk into the rock, as if a giant had been throwing one carelessly in the asteroid field – however the explanation for its shape and location are much more prosaic, seeing how the curved sides give a good view of the surroundings from inside and offer a modicum of protection by deflecting micro-meteors should the deflector fields fail, whereas the flat sides function as landing platforms. At the moment most of the windows are dark and there are no ships docked apart from a tiny shuttle, however, and the interior is plunged in darkness with only the audible hissing of life support breaking the silence – apart from one room on the outer rim from which chirpy chatter leaks through the sliding door.\n\n”Come on now, Trey, you have to be ready for this since it's going to kill our profits if we have to call for a resupply vessel now – you said it would be alright as long as we got paid. Try to relax, your midsection is still awfully tense, I'm certain it will go well.”, a slim feral female cheetah both chastises and encourages a feral male cheetah who lies on his back before her, her supple forepaws kneading his furry belly vigorously while he keeps whining quietly and nudges her idly with his flailing forepaws.\n\n”I knoooow, Mish... but why do I have to be the only one with a working EVA suit, I'm going to feel so sick after a full day with you...”, he sighs before making an attempt at relaxing and pulls his paws together, soon purring audibly with his eyes squinting contently.\n\nMish scrunches her muzzle at his notions but says nothing, expertly working over his midsection until she suddenly stops to withdraw over to the window, sitting down to groom her forepaws. ”That should be enough, lets go suit you up and do this – the malfunctioning fringe platforms can't wait forever for repairs and maintenance.”, she urges him while he unhurriedly rolls over and clambers up with a grunt, leading the way out of the room and its warm comforts – his claws clicking against the deck plating in the corridor when he leaves the cushy padding which serves as the room's floor.\n\nThis time he chooses what's known as the outer ring ramp, one of the two ramps which descend the disc-like platform like corkscrews to facilitate easy access to all floors – one on the inside around the central power and ventilation hub, and one on the outside next to the outermost rooms. With the station designed for ferals, there are no traditional staircases and especially no ladders, the only other way to move between floors apart from the ramps is a cargo elevator built against the asteroid but it is mainly meant to move cargo between the docking areas and the inside of the platform.\n\nLights turn on and off automatically as they move along the winding route upwards to reach the docking area, the last part taking them to a large work-shop-like room with a single feral space suit stretched out on a frame which makes it look vaguely as if there's a feral inside already. The rest of the six frames are empty though, as the suits are either missing or in various states of disassembly with parts strewn over the tables as they've obviously been scavenged for some purpose.\n\nAs Trey approaches his suit and circles behind the frame, his slender belly lets out a muffled gurgle and he grimaces when he waits for the opened back-mounted zipper to widen automatically, before he slips his head through the collar of the suit while simultaneously sliding his forelegs into the suit. ”Sorry, Mish... I wish I was less nervous, but it's hard...”, he winces and affords her an embarrassed look while she strolls closer to shove up his rump to help him get his hindlegs into place.\n\n”Don't feel so pitiful, Trey, this is your first time doing this after all! You'll get used to it once we do it a couple of times – keep your tail still if you will! I know it's going to be uncomfortable at first but nobody said that working here with only the two of us was going to be uncomplicated.”, she replies while repeatedly trying to catch his swishing tail into her maw to slide it into the tube-like tail section of the suit, hissing briefly at him while he cowers and forces his tail to remain mostly immobile – allowing her to finish and zip up his back to seal him into the suit apart from his head. After which she releases the latches on the frame one at a time to let him free, sitting down on her haunches in front of him to wait for him to stretch and adjust to the suit.\n\n”Ready?”, she asks and receives a nervous nod in response, prompting her to lead the way to the outer chamber of the docking area which has the thruster-equipped EVA portion of the suit, multiple helmets, and an air lock at the top. Helping him wiggle into the EVA unit and making sure that it secures properly into his suit, she gives his belly one more soothing nuzzle through the suit's fabric. ”Now, I'll need to get into your stomach first and then you need to turn off the artificial gravity, helmet up and head out. Take a deep breath!”, she tells him before taking a light breather/HUD unit from the wall by pushing her head into it, padding right up to his muzzle to paw at it while he pants with a nervous glint in his eyes.\n\nIt doesn't take him long to feel brave enough to tentatively open his maw wide – at which point she swiftly crams both of her forepaws inside forcefully enough to plunge them straight into his gullet, nearly dropping him onto his rump when his hindlegs buckle and his suited paws drag along the deck plating before he manages to push back at her. At the same time his jaw opens up even further thanks to her poking her head inside his maw as well, the sensation eliciting a distraught chirp from him while her paws in his gullet nearly make him retch.\n\nUnwilling to immediately fail Mish by puking his guts on her, Trey fights against the gag reflex and swallows hard after some struggling, abruptly yanking her deeper to the point where her muzzle pushes into his already bulging throat as well. Mish herself remains rather calm despite her already slimy and cramped state, using her hindlegs to shove herself towards him while he swallows again so that her entire head and shoulders slide inside his waiting gullet – the shape of her upper body defining itself on his greatly bulging furry throat.\n\nMeanwhile, Trey trembles and thumps his suited tail against the wall behind him as he feels that he might either suffocate, get her stuck part-way through, or cough her out anyhow due to the discomfort of her body rubbing and irritating his gullet... but as he keeps working on it, he finds it surprisingly easy to gulp her down one bit at a time, the muscular tube around Mish's body soon contracting rhytmically as it shifts her towards his stomach.\n\nOnce her forepaws encounter the upper sphincter of his stomach, she quickly works them through it and uses them to stretch it out despite the shudder which goes through his body, her head popping through rather effortlessly even if she's no longer able to aid him with her legs thanks to how her hindquarters are mostly between his jaws already and her legs dangle in the air uselessly. His stomach starts to expand rapidly once she starts to curl up inside it, each swallow now pushing the white underbelly of his suit outwards , and soon sideways as well.\n\nThe distention certainly doesn't go unnoticed by him as he keeps glancing at his belly more and more frequently while ingesting the last of her legs and tail, the weight of his sagging belly causing his back to arc downwards even if the gravity is lighter than on planets – and his underbelly constantly drops lower as the cheetah-shaped bloat on his throat and chest jerkily moves into his stomach.\n\nThe last portion of the swallowing proves out to be the hardest as exhaustion sets in while Trey still cannot breathe properly and the suit restricts his distention some, the male cheetah panting rapidly when he slurps Mish' tail at last and concentrates on cramming the whole of her into his stomach – the extraordinary tension and throbbing of his stomach lining making him feel as if he has eaten way too much for comfort. The ”MT Deep Space Mining” company logos on the sides of his belly stretch out as her body expands his stomach far enough to make his enormous belly nearly touch the floor by the time he is finally finished and she gets to tug her tail through the sphincter as well to let is seal behind her – the bulges caused by her movement warping the logo oddly.\n\n”Can I... can I let you out at least once before the workday is over... please? I dunno if I can take this for twelve hours, it feels like I've eaten a whole buffet!”, he complains as he half-waddles and half-drags himself toward the helmet rack while the suit's fabric chafes against the deck under his hefty belly, and moments later he's forced to literally lay down on his stomach to adjust the neckpiece of the suit with his forepaws, gasping for air at the same time when the intense stuffed sensation spikes. In fact, he pauses for a moment to marvel how well the suit is handling the stretch – the back zipper is still firmly shut, the attaching arms of the EVA unit are close to horizontal due to how \n\nwide his flanks have become, and the various tool holders have simply spread out all over his bloated sides. Once done, he chooses a nice bubble helmet and sticks his head into it, enjoying the familiar sounds and visuals of the suit powering up properly as the HUD comes up, his hindpaws assuming their usual position within the special boots for control of the EVA unit thrusters.\n\n”No way as we're on a tight schedule and this isn't going to help us, so you just have to endure it for now – and tell your stomach to stop trying to squish me, it's hot and moist enough here already!” is the first transmission which comes from within him when Mish connects their helmets, her comment making him chirp-snerk as he keeps burping thanks to his straining stomach rippling around its contents. Seconds later he disengages gravity in the chamber and is treated to a really odd sensation when he boosts himself gingerly with the black paw-boots of his suit to get off the floor – first of all, it's much harder than usual, and secondly his belly has considerable inertia when compared to the rest of him as his Mish-laden stomach swings and bounces semi-independently from each boost and thrust.\n\n”Eeep, watch it or you're going to pop yourself at this rate!”, Mish hastily tells him when he screws up a thrust thanks to his extra mass and ends up bumping into the airlock's inner door with an audible wince, balling up when the mild aching of his stomach lining flaring up agonizingly for a moment – merely floating in the air for a bit before he notices how she shifts and clumsily kneads him from the inside soothingly. ”Mreowh... getting used to this still, it's like flying a tanker but weirder! Heading to the shuttle now – and I'd rather not pop even if I feel like it, honestly!”, he responds with an amused smirk, the whole deal of carrying her inside his stomach already seeming like a better idea than earlier... and in his more relaxed state he carefully reaches for the airlock controls with his forepaws to open the inner door.\n\nFrom there it's only a matter of guiding his swollen form into the airlock, something which is akin to riding atop his massive belly instead of simply zipping around, and once inside he slowly rotates himself so that he can get to the main airlock controls while adjusting his hindlegs so that they rest nicely against the rear curve of his belly – the inner stomach rubs being oddly pleasant.\n\nAfter the inner door closes, there's a brief loud hiss which quickly fades into nothingness as the outer door opens into vacuu, the inky black space dotted with stars and the blinking lights of distant automated mining platforms which are their target for the day – with her assisting him by looking up information and guiding him. Flying out of the airlock and aligning himself with the lone shuttle is pretty easy, even if he still keeps overshooting his motions due to his mass being nearly doubled by his full stomach.\n\n”Alright, our first target is platform V7J-94F-X11, it has been reporting a blockage in one of the ore intake systems, reducing effici- wait, what are you doing? Are you stuck too? Take it carefully...”, she explains as she reads her HUD, but is distracted by how his velvety stomach walls suddenly flatten herself between them when he wedges himself into the pilot's hatch of the shuttle. Flailing, grunting and thrusting repeatedly, Trey eventually manages to squeeze inside although he also finds it hard to fit in the pilot's cradle... his belly comically filling it to the point where he can barely reach the controls and is forced to tilt his stomach forward, which earns him some annoyed chirps and meows through the comms.\n\n”I'm trying, Mish, I'm trying – geez this is hard with you in there! This thing ain't designed for this much tummy.”, he says to placate her while he keeps rocking on his stomach, belching and breathing in deeply from the odd sensation of pressure caused by his body and gear as they rest over his belly. Thankfully the shuttle itself is fairly easy to pilot, which means that he's soon on his way after punching in the address of the platform and braces for the acceleration when the shuttle detaches from the docking area and swings to the left to follow the programmed route, his stomach sloshing from the swift motions.\n\nThe actual trip to the far-flung automated mining platform is otherwise uneventful with nothing much to see through the windows, so Trey idly toys with a softball left on top of the controls and puts on some music though the comms... which in turn leads to a minor argument over his choice of music, during which Mish repeatedly nudges and drums his stomach walls with her hindpaws to the rhythm of the music now that she has settled to lie on her back. Whereas Trey squirms and clutches his belly thanks to the oddly powerful ticklish sensation which tems from her touch, to the point where he grovels for her to stop and eventually bribes her by putting on different music.\n\nHence he's rather excited to hear from Mish that the platform will be within reach in a few minutes as she keeps monitoring the shuttle's systems, hoping that she'll be too serious about their work to keep tormenting his poor tummy any more than how her normal motions feel.\n\nWith the shuttle's thrusters suddenly activating to bring it to a stop relative to the nearby platform, Trey releases his tight safety belts to boost himself off the pilot's cradly... carefully spinning around by kicking at one of the walls with his bloated belly bumping against the shuttle's cramped interior a few times before he gets to squeeze out with some help from Mish as she pulls herself into a more compact shape.\n\n”What did you tell me the problem was? Some blockage?”, he addresses her through the comms as he accelerates towards the platform with the EVA unit, again feeling like a tanker as inertia shifts his stomach while he mewls helplessly when Mish readjusts by rolling and shoving at his quite sensitive stomach lining enough to deform the stretched-out logos on Trey's distended sides with her body shape. Thankfully the EVA unit's auto-guidance filters out his writhing or he'd be off course in seconds. ”Mish, please... don't move so much, my belly's already feeling so weird and stuffed as it is...!”, he pleads after regaining control, his bubble helmet briefly obscured by moisture from his panting before the air circulation catches up.\n\n”Sorryyy, I will stay put now, but it's not too easy for me either – do you know how wet and cramped it is here? And your stomach keeps trying to crush me randomly.”, Mish retorts while keeping a close eye on the various readings, gauges, video feeds and everything else which flows through her HUD – lighting the inside of his stomach with an eerie white glow which shows the lively pink wrinkled lining that surrounds her, and also the pool of mysterious liquid that is almost up to her belly as she lies in a crescent shape with her head and hindpaws resting against the front and rear of his stomach respectively. ”You know that you could always be a toolbox instead if you prefer non-moving cargo.”\n\nUpon hearing her comments, Trey utters a pitiable chirp while steering himself to turn facing towards the platform while gliding sideways past it... the reason for the blockage being rather evident as a large rock has managed to wedge itself between the parts of the intake hatch, jamming them half-open while they've bent enough to prevent them from dislodging the rock. ”Mraaawr... you wouldn't do that to me, right...? Tools are so heavy and everything... I just know that you're going to do it now that you said it...”, he whimpers as he approaches the mechanism to get a closer look, while unfolding the grappler arms intergral to the EVA unit.\n\n”Relax, Trey, I'm just teasing you – but if there was an actual need for that, of course I would do it. And you know it, after all it was you who said that you were ready to do anything to get this job. Now fly as close as you can so that I can see what the system says... ”, she replies calmly and pats his stomach wall lightly while he simply sighs in defeat and starts to decelerate noticeably, forced to take a longer time than usual since Mish weight shifting within him makes him feel as if he's going to puke her up if he comes an abrupt halt. ”Picking up anything useful yet? Seems pretty clear to me...”, he tells her as he edges closer with a small thrust until he needs to swing his forelegs forward to stop himself from bumping into the hatch... his stomach's mass making itself evident again as his paws splay from the pressure and his forelegs spead sideways before he comes to a halt. ”... I gotta practice doing EVA like this, or I'll be crashing all over the place, now let's see...”, he muses as he operates the long grappler arms to begin unlodging the boulders while forgetting his mildly throbbing stomach for a while.\n\n”Mrrf... motors offline, hydraulics depressurized, power cut to the ore processing unit – you should be safe, Trey. Seems like the motors have been repeatedly overloaded with safeties tripping and resetting, must have been the blockage.”, Mish tells him by the time he's gauging the closest boulder, placing his belly gingerly on its rough surface to be able to use the grappler arm to bend several of the flaps inwards in a bid to get to use a sonic emitter on part of the boulder. ”Thanks, Mish, don't think this'll take long...”, he muses, wishing to get to return to the main platform soon to grant his poor stomach a reprieve. Few of the flaps seem to be stuck tight at a mostly open position with the boulder between them, he thinks little of this as he feels the familiar vibration of the in-built sonic emitter which starts to crack the stone.\n\nWhat happens next leaves him with only few scattered memories due to how swiftly everything transpires... suddenly, it registers in his mind that there's something moving towards him fast and a pure reflex action of spinning himself around with his hindpaws likely saves them both. Given how it's like being hit with a sledgehammer in the back when the stuck flaps abruptly slam closed and smack him off at high velocity.\n\nInside Trey's helmet, klaxons blare and warning lights blink as the EVA unit reports a destroyed grappler arm, a damaged grappler arm and a thruster control loss at the same time due to damage, the loss of control evident as he careens uncontrollably through space despite his frantic attempts to gain some control after the initial shock and pain wear out. What's worse, his peripheral vision reveals that the shuttle is both uncomfortably close and approaches fast while Mish yowls in the comms and tries to ask him what the hell is going on.\n\nHe never gets the opportunity to reply because by the time he's about to manage to talk again after the wind was knocked out of him, he collides underbelly-first into the shuttle's upper side hard enough for his belly to flare out like a water balloon – he hears the shrill shriek of Mish, sees more stars than at any other point of his career, and feels like his stomach is about to eject through his maw – then merciful darkness claims him as he passes out.\n\nTime passes. When he finally comes about in a groggy haze with both his head and his belly aching like crazy, the passage of time is the first thing on his mind – his panicked chirping filling the helmet as he realizes that he has no idea where he is and how long it has been since he was knocked out. Not to mention even the smallest movement causes agony to course through his pulsating midsection which feels like one huge bruise, and to top it off, his rapid panting makes a low oxygen and low energy alarms go off simultaneously, and there's no response from Mish apart from some random motions no matter how much he flails his legs and calls for her. Thus for a little while, he simply balls up in desperation and hopes all of this is a nightmare from which he will wake up soon.\n\nBut as nothing seems to happen and all he can see are the stars outside his helmet, it occurs to him that he needs to do something or he will truly die out here... and Mish will expire with him, the latter thought giving him resolve as the sense of duty and the looming sense of being a complete failure in life if he lets that happen being enough to bring him to his senses.\n\nEven if his mind is still confused and his vision spins, he quickly asserts that there's still enough oxygen and energy for an hour or two, although this confirms that he must have been out of it for nearly ten hours. Furthermore, he has reduced thruster control as the EVA unit's system seems to have reset and brought a back-up unit online... but he still needs to get back to the main platform and there's no way the EVA will make it there alone in time.\n\nHowever, just as he whines and splays his ears when desperate creeps over him again and his fur stands up under the suit, he gets the idea to pore through the list of nearby objects and finds out that the shuttle is actually close by... the entry complete with a laconical statement from the EVA unit that due to recovery from multiple system malfunctions and apparent incapacitation of the operator, the unit has attempted to stabilize its course relative to the nearest vessel for potential recovery.\n\nOverjoyed and purring as he manages to get a distant visual on the shuttle, he anxiously thrusts towards it and watches the readings change... although the continued silence of Mish makes him dismayed since any kind of response, no matter how painful to him, would be preferable to ominous silence in his mind. Regardless of how Mish always seems to torment him endlessly and entice him into doing uncomfortable tasks like transporting her in his poor stomach right now – but she had always taken care of him no matter how petty and belligerent he had been. Mulling over these thoughts, he slows down well in advance to spare his enormous gut from any more pummeling and cautiously circles the shuttle to get to the door – noticing that the outer hull seems to have some impact damage as well but thankfully apparently only superficial dents.\n\nSqueezing inside turns out to be an extremely painful task, and he pauses to cry bitterly many times before he's able to work his excessive girth through and into the pilot's cradle – at which point he blindly hits the panic button, silently thanking Mish for installing it some months ago. Normally it would require multiple inputs to get back to the main platform, but Mish found this to be insufficient and added an amount of code along with a button so that one could plot a direct course home while engaging the autopilot, with one button press. When he has asked her about it, she had stated that ”Messing with navigation can get you killed when shit goes down”, and now he gets what she meant while he braces for the acceleration, his paws clenching in the suit's boots.\n\nThe trip takes some half an hour, which feels like an eternity due to Mish still being obviously unconscious although thankfully she doesn't seem to be dead due to occasional stirring and stretching which he senses rather well thanks to his sore innards. In fact, Trey chirps in pure excitement once the landing sequence begins and tosses the seat belts aside already before the shuttle has stopped moving, scrambling to extract himself from the blasted shuttle for the last time with this kind of girth or so he hopes as he bites his tongue along the way.\n\nMewling and cursing the hindrance as he awkwardly hobbles towards the airlock with some thruster aid and drags himself through it, it doesn't take him long to pressurize the airlock and engage gravity after positioning himself – however he certainly wishes he hadn't done it when the weight of his enormous stomach strikes him and he collapses on top of it by accident.\n\nAfter the echoes of his screams have faded from the airlock and he has stopped clutching his belly with his forepaws, he stalwartly clambers up and disconnects the damaged EVA unit in a hurry to leave it on its support legs against the wall, his helmet clattering on the floor as he goes instead of ending up in its receptible.\n\nNaturally his first thought now that he's safe and sound, is to try to disgorge Mish somehow, but the more he deals with his sore belly the less appealing the idea is... not to mention that her begin unconscious could prove dangerous as he has never done anything like this before. Hence he concedes to endure his stuffed shape a while longer and let her stay in there for the time being.\n\nNavigating through the curved ramps to descend to the medical part proves out to be more difficult than he expected, as he is reduced to an ungainly waddling gait to prevent his legs from bumping and rubbing his sagging belly while it keeps unbalancing him with its erratic swinging – a rather upsetting situation to a normally lanky and fast cheetah. Thankfully the medical section has double doors and examination tables close to the floor, which means it's relatively easy for him to haul his girth on top of one and settle down on his side with a deeply relieved sight.\n\nMoments later once he has activated the automated medical station with a voice command, a highly pleasant numbness spreads through his belly at last when the scanner passes over him – while the situation is rather unexpected to the expert system which runs the scanner and treatment device, it nevertheless diagnoses him with bruising and excessively distended stomach while Mish's diagnosis points to a mild concussion and sheer exhaustion with a bit of oxygen deprivation.\n\nQuite exhausted and sleepy by himself all of a sudden, Trey assumes that Mish must have been awake while he was out cold and eventually fell asleep after not being able to wake him up... which is another great relief, and thus he promptly sprawls out on the examination table to doze off in the calming whirring of the medical devices to wait for Mish wake up – his tail hanging languidly over the table's edge much like his paws, while a feline shape occasionally forms on his enormous belly which takes up most of the table.\n\nLater on...\n\n”But... but... how long are you gonna stay in there? Please tell you're letting me puke you out today? Pretty please...?”, Trey whines as he paces around the exercize room with his ears splayed and tail flicking in as he lugs his huge spotted belly on a slow-moving treadmill, straightening out his bowed back every now and then. ”Once you have finished your walking regime for the day, we can talk about that – and little less pouting, please. There's great potential in you and we are going to dig it out!”, a muffled female voice addresses him from his distended midsection as it rocks beneath him, his eyes giving it a sideways glance.\n\n”I don't wanna train my stomach, it hurts! And it's so hard to carry too... can we do something else? Hey, I could train to clean the waste management system tomorrow instead, right?”, he complains and utters a startled chirp from a sudden jab at his stomach lining from her hindpaw. ”I'll decide what you need to do – don't be so shy, once you get used to this you will enjoy it!”, she retorts while he reaches the end of the allotted time and warily steps off the now stopped treadmill to waddle towards the exit while leaning from side to side to counteract his wide swaying belly. ”Buuuuut, lemme me say -”, he starts, and so the debate continues as he disappears into the bowels of the platform to get some much needed rest and perhaps food, although the thought of filling his stomach even more isn't the first thing in his mind...\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"The isolated mining platform protrudes from the large misshapen asteroid akin to a metal frisbee sunk into the rock, as if a giant had been throwing one carelessly in the asteroid field – however the explanation for its shape and location are much more prosaic, seeing how the curved sides give a good view of the surroundings from inside and offer a modicum of protection by deflecting micro-meteors should the deflector fields fail, whereas the flat sides function as landing platforms. At the moment most of the windows are dark and there are no ships docked apart from a tiny shuttle, however, and the interior is plunged in darkness with only the audible hissing of life support breaking the silence – apart from one room on the outer rim from which chirpy chatter leaks through the sliding door.

”Come on now, Trey, you have to be ready for this since it's going to kill our profits if we have to call for a resupply vessel now – you said it would be alright as long as we got paid. Try to relax, your midsection is still awfully tense, I'm certain it will go well.”, a slim feral female cheetah both chastises and encourages a feral male cheetah who lies on his back before her, her supple forepaws kneading his furry belly vigorously while he keeps whining quietly and nudges her idly with his flailing forepaws.

”I knoooow, Mish... but why do I have to be the only one with a working EVA suit, I'm going to feel so sick after a full day with you...”, he sighs before making an attempt at relaxing and pulls his paws together, soon purring audibly with his eyes squinting contently.

Mish scrunches her muzzle at his notions but says nothing, expertly working over his midsection until she suddenly stops to withdraw over to the window, sitting down to groom her forepaws. ”That should be enough, lets go suit you up and do this – the malfunctioning fringe platforms can't wait forever for repairs and maintenance.”, she urges him while he unhurriedly rolls over and clambers up with a grunt, leading the way out of the room and its warm comforts – his claws clicking against the deck plating in the corridor when he leaves the cushy padding which serves as the room's floor.

This time he chooses what's known as the outer ring ramp, one of the two ramps which descend the disc-like platform like corkscrews to facilitate easy access to all floors – one on the inside around the central power and ventilation hub, and one on the outside next to the outermost rooms. With the station designed for ferals, there are no traditional staircases and especially no ladders, the only other way to move between floors apart from the ramps is a cargo elevator built against the asteroid but it is mainly meant to move cargo between the docking areas and the inside of the platform.

Lights turn on and off automatically as they move along the winding route upwards to reach the docking area, the last part taking them to a large work-shop-like room with a single feral space suit stretched out on a frame which makes it look vaguely as if there's a feral inside already. The rest of the six frames are empty though, as the suits are either missing or in various states of disassembly with parts strewn over the tables as they've obviously been scavenged for some purpose.

As Trey approaches his suit and circles behind the frame, his slender belly lets out a muffled gurgle and he grimaces when he waits for the opened back-mounted zipper to widen automatically, before he slips his head through the collar of the suit while simultaneously sliding his forelegs into the suit. ”Sorry, Mish... I wish I was less nervous, but it's hard...”, he winces and affords her an embarrassed look while she strolls closer to shove up his rump to help him get his hindlegs into place.

”Don't feel so pitiful, Trey, this is your first time doing this after all! You'll get used to it once we do it a couple of times – keep your tail still if you will! I know it's going to be uncomfortable at first but nobody said that working here with only the two of us was going to be uncomplicated.”, she replies while repeatedly trying to catch his swishing tail into her maw to slide it into the tube-like tail section of the suit, hissing briefly at him while he cowers and forces his tail to remain mostly immobile – allowing her to finish and zip up his back to seal him into the suit apart from his head. After which she releases the latches on the frame one at a time to let him free, sitting down on her haunches in front of him to wait for him to stretch and adjust to the suit.

”Ready?”, she asks and receives a nervous nod in response, prompting her to lead the way to the outer chamber of the docking area which has the thruster-equipped EVA portion of the suit, multiple helmets, and an air lock at the top. Helping him wiggle into the EVA unit and making sure that it secures properly into his suit, she gives his belly one more soothing nuzzle through the suit's fabric.  ”Now, I'll need to get into your stomach first and then you need to turn off the artificial gravity, helmet up and head out. Take a deep breath!”, she tells him before taking a light breather/HUD unit from the wall by pushing her head into it, padding right up to his muzzle to paw at it while he pants with a nervous glint in his eyes.

It doesn't take him long to feel brave enough to tentatively open his maw wide – at which point she swiftly crams both of her forepaws inside forcefully enough to plunge them straight into his gullet, nearly dropping him onto his rump when his hindlegs buckle and his suited paws drag along the deck plating before he manages to push back at her. At the same time his jaw opens up even further thanks to her poking her head inside his maw as well, the sensation eliciting a distraught chirp from him while her paws in his gullet nearly make him retch.

Unwilling to immediately fail Mish by puking his guts on her, Trey fights against the gag reflex and swallows hard after some struggling, abruptly yanking her deeper to the point where her muzzle pushes into his already bulging throat as well. Mish herself remains rather calm despite her already slimy and cramped state, using her hindlegs to shove herself towards him while he swallows again so that her entire head and shoulders slide inside his waiting gullet – the shape of her upper body defining itself on his greatly bulging furry throat.

Meanwhile, Trey trembles and thumps his suited tail against the wall behind him as he feels that he might either suffocate, get her stuck part-way through, or cough her out anyhow due to the discomfort of her body rubbing and irritating his gullet... but as he keeps working on it, he finds it surprisingly easy to gulp her down one bit at a time, the muscular tube around Mish's body soon contracting rhytmically as it shifts her towards his stomach.

Once her forepaws encounter the upper sphincter of his stomach, she quickly works them through it and uses them to stretch it out despite the shudder which goes through his body, her head popping through rather effortlessly even if she's no longer able to aid him with her legs thanks to how her hindquarters are mostly between his jaws already and her legs dangle in the air uselessly. His stomach starts to expand rapidly once she starts to curl up inside it, each swallow now pushing the white underbelly of his suit outwards , and soon sideways as well.

The distention certainly doesn't go unnoticed by him as he keeps glancing at his belly more and more frequently while ingesting the last of her legs and tail, the weight of his sagging belly causing his back to arc downwards even if the gravity is lighter than on planets – and his underbelly constantly drops lower as the cheetah-shaped bloat on his throat and chest jerkily moves into his stomach.

The last portion of the swallowing proves out to be the hardest as exhaustion sets in while Trey still cannot breathe properly and the suit restricts his distention some, the male cheetah panting rapidly when he slurps Mish' tail at last and concentrates on cramming the whole of her into his stomach – the extraordinary tension and throbbing of his stomach lining making him feel as if he has eaten way too much for comfort. The ”MT Deep Space Mining” company logos on the sides of his belly stretch out as her body expands his stomach far enough to make his enormous belly nearly touch the floor by the time he is finally finished and she gets to tug her tail through the sphincter as well to let is seal behind her – the bulges caused by her movement warping the logo oddly.

”Can I... can I let you out at least once before the workday is over... please? I dunno if I can take this for twelve hours, it feels like I've eaten a whole buffet!”, he complains as he half-waddles and half-drags himself toward the helmet rack while the suit's fabric chafes against the deck under his hefty belly, and moments later he's forced to literally lay down on his stomach to adjust the neckpiece of the suit with his forepaws, gasping for air at the same time when the intense stuffed sensation spikes. In fact, he pauses for a moment to marvel how well the suit is handling the stretch – the back zipper is still firmly shut, the attaching arms of the EVA unit are close to horizontal due to how

wide his flanks have become, and the various tool holders have simply spread out all over his bloated sides. Once done, he chooses a nice bubble helmet and sticks his head into it, enjoying the familiar sounds and visuals of the suit powering up properly as the HUD comes up, his hindpaws assuming their usual position within the special boots for control of the EVA unit thrusters.

”No way as we're on a tight schedule and this isn't going to help us, so you just have to endure it for now – and tell your stomach to stop trying to squish me, it's hot and moist enough here already!” is the first transmission which comes from within him when Mish connects their helmets, her comment making him chirp-snerk as he keeps burping thanks to his straining stomach rippling around its contents. Seconds later he disengages gravity in the chamber and is treated to a really odd sensation when he boosts himself gingerly with the black paw-boots of his suit to get off the floor – first of all, it's much harder than usual, and secondly his belly has considerable inertia when compared to the rest of him as his Mish-laden stomach swings and bounces semi-independently from each boost and thrust.

”Eeep, watch it or you're going to pop yourself at this rate!”, Mish hastily tells him when he screws up a thrust thanks to his extra mass and ends up bumping into the airlock's inner door with an audible wince, balling up when the mild aching of his stomach lining flaring up agonizingly for a moment – merely floating in the air for a bit before he notices how she shifts and clumsily kneads him from the inside soothingly. ”Mreowh... getting used to this still, it's like flying a tanker but weirder! Heading to the shuttle now – and I'd rather not pop even if I feel like it, honestly!”, he responds with an amused smirk, the whole deal of carrying her inside his stomach already seeming like a better idea than earlier... and in his more relaxed state he carefully reaches for the airlock controls with his forepaws to open the inner door.

From there it's only a matter of guiding his swollen form into the airlock, something which is akin to riding atop his massive belly instead of simply zipping around, and once inside he slowly rotates himself so that he can get to the main airlock controls while adjusting his hindlegs so that they rest nicely against the rear curve of his belly – the inner stomach rubs being oddly pleasant.

After the inner door closes, there's a brief loud hiss which quickly fades into nothingness as the outer door opens into vacuu, the inky black space dotted with stars and the blinking lights of distant automated mining platforms which are their target for the day – with her assisting him by looking up information and guiding him. Flying out of the airlock and aligning himself with the lone shuttle is pretty easy, even if he still keeps overshooting his motions due to his mass being nearly doubled by his full stomach.

”Alright, our first target is platform V7J-94F-X11, it has been reporting a blockage in one of the ore intake systems, reducing effici- wait, what are you doing? Are you stuck too? Take it carefully...”, she explains as she reads her HUD, but is distracted by how his velvety stomach walls suddenly flatten herself between them when he wedges himself into the pilot's hatch of the shuttle. Flailing, grunting and thrusting repeatedly, Trey eventually manages to squeeze inside although he also finds it hard to fit in the pilot's cradle... his belly comically filling it to the point where he can barely reach the controls and is forced to tilt his stomach forward, which earns him some annoyed chirps and meows through the comms.

”I'm trying, Mish, I'm trying – geez this is hard with you in there! This thing ain't designed for this much tummy.”, he says to placate her while he keeps rocking on his stomach, belching and breathing in deeply from the odd sensation of pressure caused by his body and gear as they rest over his belly. Thankfully the shuttle itself is fairly easy to pilot, which means that he's soon on his way after punching in the address of the platform and braces for the acceleration when the shuttle detaches from the docking area and swings to the left to follow the programmed route, his stomach sloshing from the swift motions.

The actual trip to the far-flung automated mining platform is otherwise uneventful with nothing much to see through the windows, so Trey idly toys with a softball left on top of the controls and puts on some music though the comms... which in turn leads to a minor argument over his choice of music, during which Mish repeatedly nudges and drums his stomach walls with her hindpaws to the rhythm of the music now that she has settled to lie on her back. Whereas Trey squirms and clutches his belly thanks to the oddly powerful ticklish sensation which tems from her touch, to the point where he grovels for her to stop and eventually bribes her by putting on different music.

Hence he's rather excited to hear from Mish that the platform will be within reach in a few minutes  as she keeps monitoring the shuttle's systems, hoping that she'll be too serious about their work to keep tormenting his poor tummy any more than how her normal motions feel.

With the shuttle's thrusters suddenly activating to bring it to a stop relative to the nearby platform, Trey releases his tight safety belts to boost himself off the pilot's cradly... carefully spinning around by kicking at one of the walls with his bloated belly bumping against the shuttle's cramped interior a few times before he gets to squeeze out with some help from Mish as she pulls herself into a more compact shape.

”What did you tell me the problem was? Some blockage?”, he addresses her through the comms as he accelerates towards the platform with the EVA unit, again feeling like a tanker as inertia shifts his stomach while he mewls helplessly when Mish readjusts by rolling and shoving at his quite sensitive stomach lining enough to deform the stretched-out logos on Trey's distended sides with her body shape. Thankfully the EVA unit's auto-guidance filters out his writhing or he'd be off course in seconds. ”Mish, please... don't move so much, my belly's already feeling so weird and stuffed as it is...!”, he pleads after regaining control, his bubble helmet briefly obscured by moisture from his panting before the air circulation catches up.

”Sorryyy, I will stay put now, but it's not too easy for me either – do you know how wet and cramped it is here? And your stomach keeps trying to crush me randomly.”, Mish retorts while keeping a close eye on the various readings, gauges, video feeds and everything else which flows through her HUD – lighting the inside of his stomach with an eerie white glow which shows the lively pink wrinkled lining that surrounds her, and also the pool of mysterious liquid that is almost up to her belly as she lies in a crescent shape with her head and hindpaws resting against the front and rear of his stomach respectively.  ”You know that you could always be a toolbox instead if you prefer non-moving cargo.”

Upon hearing her comments, Trey utters a pitiable chirp while steering himself to turn facing towards the platform while gliding sideways past it... the reason for the blockage being rather evident as a large rock has managed to wedge itself between the parts of the intake hatch, jamming them half-open while they've bent enough to prevent them from dislodging the rock. ”Mraaawr... you wouldn't do that to me, right...? Tools are so heavy and everything... I just know that you're going to do it now that you said it...”, he whimpers as he approaches the mechanism to get a closer look, while unfolding the grappler arms intergral to the EVA unit.

”Relax, Trey, I'm just teasing you – but if there was an actual need for that, of course I would do it. And you know it, after all it was you who said that you were ready to do anything to get this job. Now fly as close as you can so that I can see what the system says... ”, she replies calmly and pats his stomach wall lightly while he simply sighs in defeat and starts to decelerate noticeably, forced to take a longer time than usual since Mish weight shifting within him makes him feel as if he's going to puke her up if he comes an abrupt halt. ”Picking up anything useful yet? Seems pretty clear to me...”, he tells her as he edges closer with a small thrust until he needs to swing his forelegs forward to stop himself from bumping into the hatch... his stomach's mass making itself evident again as his paws splay from the pressure and his forelegs spead sideways before he comes to a halt. ”... I gotta practice doing EVA like this, or I'll be crashing all over the place, now let's see...”, he muses as he operates the long grappler arms to begin unlodging the boulders while forgetting his mildly throbbing stomach for a while.

”Mrrf... motors offline, hydraulics depressurized, power cut to the ore processing unit – you should be safe, Trey. Seems like the motors have been repeatedly overloaded with safeties tripping and resetting, must have been the  blockage.”, Mish tells him by the time he's gauging the closest boulder, placing his belly gingerly on its rough surface to be able to use the grappler arm to bend several of the flaps inwards in a bid to get to use a sonic emitter on part of the boulder. ”Thanks, Mish, don't think this'll take long...”, he muses, wishing to get to return to the main platform soon to grant his poor stomach a reprieve. Few of the flaps seem to be stuck tight at a mostly open position with the boulder between them, he thinks little of this as he feels the familiar vibration of the in-built sonic emitter which starts to crack the stone.

What happens next leaves him with only few scattered memories due to how swiftly everything transpires... suddenly, it registers in his mind that there's something moving towards him fast and a pure reflex action of spinning himself around with his hindpaws likely saves them both. Given how it's like being hit with a sledgehammer in the back when the stuck flaps abruptly slam closed and smack him off at high velocity.

Inside Trey's helmet, klaxons blare and warning lights blink as the EVA unit reports a destroyed grappler arm, a damaged grappler arm and a thruster control loss at the same time due to damage, the loss of control evident as he careens uncontrollably through space despite his frantic attempts to gain some control after the initial shock and pain wear out. What's worse, his peripheral vision reveals that the shuttle is both uncomfortably close and approaches fast while Mish yowls in the comms and tries to ask him what the hell is going on.

He never gets the opportunity to reply because by the time he's about to manage to talk again after the wind was knocked out of him, he collides underbelly-first into the shuttle's upper side hard enough for his belly to flare out like a water balloon – he hears the shrill shriek of Mish, sees more stars than at any other point of his career, and feels like his stomach is about to eject through his maw – then merciful darkness claims him as he passes out.

Time passes. When he finally comes about in a groggy haze with both his head and his belly aching like crazy, the passage of time is the first thing on his mind – his panicked chirping filling the helmet as he realizes that he has no idea where he is and how long it has been since he was knocked out. Not to mention even the smallest movement causes agony to course through his pulsating midsection which feels like one huge bruise, and to top it off, his rapid panting makes a low oxygen and low energy alarms go off simultaneously, and there's no response from Mish apart from some random motions no matter how much he flails his legs and calls for her. Thus for a little while, he simply balls up in desperation and hopes all of this is a nightmare from which he will wake up soon.

But as nothing seems to happen and all he can see are the stars outside his helmet, it occurs to him that he needs to do something or he will truly die out here... and Mish will expire with him, the latter thought giving him resolve as the sense of duty and the looming sense of being a complete failure in life if he lets that happen being enough to bring him to his senses.

Even if his mind is still confused and his vision spins, he quickly asserts that there's still enough oxygen and energy for an hour or two, although this confirms that he must have been out of it for nearly ten hours. Furthermore, he has reduced thruster control as the EVA unit's system seems to have reset and brought a back-up unit online... but he still needs to get back to the main platform and there's no way the EVA will make it there alone in time.

However, just as he whines and splays his ears when desperate creeps over him again and his fur stands up under the suit, he gets the idea to pore through the list of nearby objects and finds out that the shuttle is actually close by... the entry complete with a laconical statement from the EVA unit that due to recovery from multiple system malfunctions and apparent incapacitation of the operator, the unit has attempted to stabilize its course relative to the nearest vessel for potential recovery.

Overjoyed and purring as he manages to get a distant visual on the shuttle, he anxiously thrusts towards it and watches the readings change... although the continued silence of Mish makes him dismayed since any kind of response, no matter how painful to him, would be preferable to ominous silence in his mind. Regardless of how Mish always seems to torment him endlessly and entice him into doing uncomfortable tasks like transporting her in his poor stomach right now – but she had always taken care of him no matter how petty and belligerent he had been. Mulling over these thoughts, he slows down well in advance to spare his enormous gut from any more pummeling and cautiously circles the shuttle to get to the door – noticing that the outer hull seems to have some impact damage as well but thankfully apparently only superficial dents.

Squeezing inside turns out to be an extremely painful task, and he pauses to cry bitterly many times before he's able to work his excessive girth through and into the pilot's cradle – at which point he blindly hits the panic button, silently thanking Mish for installing it some months ago. Normally it would require multiple inputs to get back to the main platform, but Mish found this to be insufficient and added an amount of code along with a button so that one could plot a direct course home while engaging the autopilot, with one button press. When he has asked her about it, she had stated that ”Messing with navigation can get you killed when shit goes down”, and now he gets what she meant while he braces for the acceleration, his paws clenching in the suit's boots.

The trip takes some half an hour, which feels like an eternity due to Mish still being obviously unconscious although thankfully she doesn't seem to be dead due to occasional stirring and stretching which he senses rather well thanks to his sore innards. In fact, Trey chirps in pure excitement once the landing sequence begins and tosses the seat belts aside already before the shuttle has stopped moving,  scrambling to extract himself from the blasted shuttle for the last time with this kind of girth or so he hopes as he bites his tongue along the way.

Mewling and cursing the hindrance as he awkwardly hobbles towards the airlock with some thruster aid and drags himself through it, it doesn't take him long to pressurize the airlock and engage gravity after positioning himself – however he certainly wishes he hadn't done it when the weight of his enormous stomach strikes him and he collapses on top of it by accident.

After the echoes of his screams have faded from the airlock and he has stopped clutching his belly with his forepaws, he stalwartly clambers up and disconnects the damaged EVA unit in a hurry to leave it on its support legs against the wall, his helmet clattering on the floor as he goes instead of ending up in its receptible.

Naturally his first thought now that he's safe and sound, is to try to disgorge Mish somehow, but the more he deals with his sore belly the less appealing the idea is... not to mention that her begin unconscious could prove dangerous as he has never done anything like this before. Hence he concedes to endure his stuffed shape a while longer and let her stay in there for the time being.

Navigating through the curved ramps to descend to the medical part proves out to be more difficult than he expected, as he is reduced to an ungainly waddling gait to prevent his legs from bumping and rubbing his sagging belly while it keeps unbalancing him with its erratic swinging – a rather upsetting situation to a normally lanky and fast cheetah. Thankfully the medical section has double doors and examination tables close to the floor, which means it's relatively easy for him to haul his girth on top of one and settle down on his side with a deeply relieved sight.

Moments later once he has activated the automated medical station with a voice command, a highly pleasant numbness spreads through his belly at last when the scanner passes over him – while the situation is rather unexpected to the expert system which runs the scanner and treatment device, it nevertheless diagnoses him with bruising and excessively distended stomach while Mish's diagnosis points to a mild concussion and sheer exhaustion with a bit of oxygen deprivation.

Quite exhausted and sleepy by himself all of a sudden, Trey assumes that Mish must have been awake while he was out cold and eventually fell asleep after not being able to wake him up... which is another great relief, and thus he promptly sprawls out on the examination table to doze off in the calming whirring of the medical devices to wait for Mish wake up – his tail hanging languidly over the table's edge much like his paws, while a feline shape occasionally forms on his enormous belly which takes up most of the table.

Later on...

”But... but... how long are you gonna stay in there? Please tell you're letting me puke you out today? Pretty please...?”, Trey whines as he paces around the exercize room with his ears splayed and tail flicking in as he lugs his huge spotted belly on a slow-moving treadmill, straightening out his bowed back every now and then. ”Once you have finished your walking regime for the day, we can talk about that – and little less pouting, please. There's great potential in you and we are going to dig it out!”, a muffled female voice addresses him from his distended midsection as it rocks beneath him, his eyes giving it a sideways glance.

”I don't wanna train my stomach, it hurts! And it's so hard to carry too... can we do something else? Hey, I could train to clean the waste management system tomorrow instead, right?”, he complains and utters a startled chirp from a sudden jab at his stomach lining from her hindpaw. ”I'll decide what you need to do – don't be so shy, once you get used to this you will enjoy it!”, she retorts while he reaches the end of the allotted time and warily steps off the now stopped treadmill to waddle towards the exit while leaning from side to side to counteract his wide swaying belly. ”Buuuuut, lemme me say -”, he starts, and so the debate continues as he disappears into the bowels of the platform to get some much needed rest and perhaps food, although the thought of filling his stomach even more isn't the first thing in his mind...

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