Mile High Club

Story by Squeeshka

Here's a nice short story I put together. I like short stories. As always; help me out with typos.

Transformation, Humiliation, Breast, Penis, and Testicle growth, Hyper, Futa/Female, Masturbation, Airplane Sex

Mile High Club

Squeeshka

It's all so absurd when you think about it. Row after row of bored, slightly irritated people from god-knows-where all sitting in tacky chairs as they wait. Seemingly nothing is happening, and no one is really doing anything, yet there is the universal expectation that when the voice from above speaks, the doors will open and everyone will be somewhere new.

Morgan thought about sharing her newfound insight on air travel with her friend and traveling companion Renee, but she thought better of it. Renee had become uncharacteristically lethargic shortly after their arrival at Heathrow and announced her intention to sleep for the entire flight home. Last night had been a little wild after all.

As she slept, Renee's long blonde hair appeared to glow as the light of the tiny airplane filtered through it. Morgan sighed and observed her own hair as she casually twisted a lock in her fingers. They were a pretty evenly matched pair, she and Renee. One never seemed to get more male attention than the other whenever they went out. Still, Morgan was always a little jealous of her friend's hair. Gentlemen prefer blondes, after all. Anyway, the Londoners had shown them both a good time. No worries, really. Morgan pulled out her trusty in-flight book and set in.

Two and a half chapters later, Renee adjusted her position in her sleep and inadvertently rested her head on Morgan's shoulder. This was not really an issue. The two had been friends for years, both having on multiple occasions cried on each-other's shoulders, seen the other naked, etc. They were close, and it wasn't out of character. Not even worth a thought.

But then, why was Morgan thinking about it? All of a sudden she found that she could no longer concentrate on her book. Gnawing at the back of her mind was the strangest sensation, a sensation that was swelling into prominence.

Morgan had a penis. The strange thing about that, of course, is that a few seconds ago this was not the case.

She couldn't see it, but she could clearly feel it. Her panties were suddenly filled with a fleshy, straining sensation.

She almost yelped. Covering her mouth, she looked around the silent cabin, then down at her new dick. She was wearing her favorite summer skirt. It was light and comfortable. It also appeared to have a tent.

As she strained to conceal her obvious erection, she looked over at her sleeping friend. Still sleeping. Yes. Good.

For some reason Morgan couldn't seem to look away.

Renee's boobs looked larger than normal, and her nipples were clearly erect. She ogled every inch of them, ostensibly as a mere investigation as to whether or not her friend's tits had always been that size.

Morgan squirmed and looked away. This was all so alien. She could feel her member aching, throbbing. She wanted to scream out, but the silence of the cabin was deafening.

She could not remain in that moment.

Using her book as a subtle shield, she casually got up and went to the restroom. To jack off.

She tried not to think about it too much.

"Alright." She addressed herself. "You're just going to sit down and give James a hand-job."

James was the rather attractive Englishman she had spent much of last night with. She had been a couple glasses away from a one-night stand with him, but she just wasn't that kind of girl.

She sat down on the uncomfortable little toilet and removed her skirt and underwear.

"Oh, hey James. Didn't expect to see you here!" She addressed her penis, refusing to give up on fooling herself. It was either this or screaming.

She wrapped her hand around the foreign shaft.

"Oh, yeah. I could tell you wanted me. I was watching that bulge in your pants all night, you know." Morgan swallowed hard as she began slowly stroking up and down. "You know, it meant a lot to me when you said that you prefer brunettes. You're so... uh... sweet." She began to stroke faster. "You're such... such... oh... such a sweet... oh... guy! Ah!" Her strokes began to produce a lewd, wet slipping sound as pre-cum formed at her burning tip. "You! Uh! Oh! I... I should have... ah! I... Fuck! I should have fucked... uh... I should have fucked... you... Renee!" Morgan heard herself, but she couldn't stop. "Oh fuck!" She bit her lip in an attempt to keep them together. "Renee! I want to fuck those tits! Oh! Those big fat titties! Mmmm! MMM!"

And so Morgan came. Her stream went straight up, smack into her own face. She even got a little in her mouth. She was not concerned with that presently, however.

How loud had she been?

She sat perfectly still in a state of perfect concentration. Perhaps she could hear the thoughts of thos

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