Jeanne gawked at the giant beings stomping past her. They were looking over charts, or doing manual labor, some lifting ships and placing them in storage. She saw one holding up a SG-782, it’s as big as she is meaning this woman has to be over 200 feet tall.
A woman in a pony-tail steps up to Jeanne, nearly stepping on her. “Hello Jeanne Shepard, welcome to the citadel, I will take you’re shuttle in to storage, you will be sent the number validation to your omni-tool latter.”
She bends down and pics up the shuttle that housed her only moments ago like it were a box of matches. Leaving Jeanne without any transport and no clue where she can even go. As she leaves Jeanne can see some walkways above the giant women’s head, it has men on it about her size, and figures it must be a safe place for men to get around. She sees an elevator that’s her size and takes it up, that path is narrower like the walkways she’s more used too, and it strictly men working on it, crunching numbers or welding up patches to ships, or what she would usually see in a docking bay. It also allows her to get a better view of things from up high; the women below Jeanne work on the male transport ships like there muddle ships. But then she saw what she assumes is a female size ship, it was absolutely massive, Jeanne never even considered it a ship when she was down below, as it was too big to even see all of it.
Jeanne was so fixated on looking at such massive ships they had in the dock that she rests over the railing to get a good look, but she leans too far and slipped off. Jeanne scrams as she’s plummeting to the floor far below, too much commotion from machinery is going on in the bay for anyone to hear her and take notice as she falls to what is sure to be an inescapable death. Jeanne closes her eyes out of fear, but just before she did she sees a giant purple thing walk right under her, by the time Jeanne opines her eyes she collides with a strong fabric, that her body burst through, and thankfully broke her fall. That same fabric now presses her to a soft warm wall.
Tali perspective.
Tali’Zorah’s environment suit’s alarms started beeping. “Damn, I knew my suit was wearing, I’ll have to get some new materials latter.” Tali pushed a few buttons on her omni-tool and the hole was closed up, the suit now hugging her body tighter.
She could fix it as soon as she retrieves her commander’s sister and return to her destination. But try as she might, she isn’t able to find Jeanne Shepard anywhere; her shuttle has been transported to storage so Tali knows Jeanne has arrived. She asked around but only the woman who took her shuttle can recall seeing her but left her alone after that.
“Hmm, Jane did tell me she only needed me to come get her if she couldn’t get out of the meeting on time, maybe I jumped the gun. Oh I should have communicated with her more, but I didn’t want to interrupt her summit.”
Tali fidgets her hands together, “Shepard could have at least called me up and tell me she would retrieve little Jeanne herself. And I was looking forward to meeting her. But why wouldn’t Shepard tell me…. Unless.”
It makes her wander; maybe one of these bitches took her, Jeanne could be trapped between there breast, or held prisoner in their underwear, pinned down by a girls tube of meat many times her size. Its rare to fine a girl of her inconsiderable scale, and if she is the twin sister of Jane Shepard then she is without a doubt a sexy little pixy.
“Maybe I’m just overreacting. Jane made it clear, only come if she called. Besides, who in their right mind would kidnap Jane Shepard’s sister, a merc looking to make a name for them self’s ( and have a death wish) maybe, but certainly not this lot.”
The more she thought about it the more the idea started becoming more enticing, who wouldn’t want their own doll size Jane Shepard. Tali’s commander is one of the most dominant people she’s ever known, to have a mini Shep in the palm of her hand tracing her fingers down her tight little body would be the most thrilling experience Tali could ask for. She would envelop her in her hot mouth so Jeanne could ride her tongue like a horse. Or keep her prisoner inside her pussy, even with her visor on Tali could be seen blushing as she thought how erotic it would be to have a miniature version of her captain, the most powerful woman in the galaxy succumbed in the walls of her pussy. And how could she forget letting mini Shep climb her tower of Quarian beef.
This had an effect on her giant sleeping cock, having her own toy Shepard made Tali stretch out her already straining suit. Fortnightly she knows a few crew members who would gladly take care of that. Tali’s got one of the biggest cocks on the ship. All she has to do is let it wag out her suit and even the prude Ashly will lick her juicy lips.
Now that Tali believes Jane must have took her sister home, she sees no reason staying any longer.
Jeanne’s perspective.
Jeanne found herself sealed in to this new prison, judging by the feel of things, and how something beneath her had appeared and broke her fall, Jeanne knows she had to have fallen on to someone, and judging by the barrier of fabric and wall of flesh sandwiching her, she must be in under the woman’s clothing. Dim light glows through the clothing, enough for her to see a little, but there seems to be no opining anywhere.
The next course of action Jeanne has to take is finding a way out. Maybe if she try’s hard enough she can get the attention of the giant woman she is currently hitching a ride with. But that could backfire, is it a good idea to tell not just a woman but a colossal size woman you’re under her clothing. Another option is to try and escape without her knowing, but before Jeanne can do that she needs to know where she is on this woman’s body. Jeanne scans around to get an idea where she is, she gulps at the realization hits her. Jeanne landed in…..