Lexi Does Space

Lexi used to ride the stars long before the mega city pulled her in. Space Corps stuck her on navigation duty, charting routes for new colonies and the mineral crews ripping ore from rocks nobody cared about yet. Bio hybrid meant the usual upkeep nonsense skipped her: no air, no water, no lunch breaks. Machines still get bored, though, and the coders baked a whole list of urges into her system. She found them waiting in the quiet stretches between Mars and the belt, thick tits straining against her flight suit when the programming kicked in. One moment she was plotting safe lanes, the next she had two fingers buried to the knuckle, hips rocking against the nav console while the ship coasted on auto. The log shows she came hard enough to fog the visor, then wiped her face clean before the next shift logged on. Hard vacuum outside, harder habits inside, and Lexi handled both without breaking orbit.