The start of something I thought of a while ago.
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The seat rocked gently as Scott closed his eyes to sleep. He mumbled to himself that he hated flying but that wasn’t entirely true, what Scott hated was how sick he usually got from flying, or driving, or boats, the boats were especially bad. That one cruise his family took a few years ago had been absolutely brutal. Everyone went on about how beautiful the scenery was, Scott had to live it through pictures, the only thing he got to see was the inside of their suites bathroom.
It didn’t seem so bad this time, a new medication his doctor prescribed had the twenty four year old feeling better than he could ever remember traveling, he dared to say he was actually comfortable. He was a plain young man, 5’11” tall, he was solid for looking like an ironing board, he had some muscle though it didn’t show, being an alternate in track and basketball hadn’t helped with his build, he spent just as much time in the gym as all the other guys but you’d never tell looking at him. Long dark hair that his mother insisted daily he cut was pulled into a ponytail, he just liked it a bit longer. His glasses sat tucked into the neck of his green t-shirt, he was almost blind without those.
Scott had just graduated college with a degree in business, he still didn’t know what he wanted to be but his father talked him into at least majoring in something that could land him a job later. His parents insisted the family take a trip to celebrate, even as they boarded the plane his parents were talking about another trip next year for when his younger sister graduated.
Scott was the middle child and only boy of three. His sister Cadence was two years older with Cindy being a year younger. Both girls had the family’s black hair, Cadence kept it long and Cindy liked her pixie cut, something their mom hassled her about routinely. Scott and his sister had some fun in their mother’s pestering, coming up with new excuses why they wouldn’t or couldn’t cut their hair. Their parents sat beside Scott.
In the window seat sat Scott’s mother. She was a matronly beauty occasionally described as shapely, an hourglass figure thickened with age and pregnancy, her long dark hair was in a messy braid, all she could manage before they left for the airport this morning. His father in the middle seat was a bull of a man, all thick hard muscle from a life of physical labor, naturally sun darkened skin opposed to his wife’s artificial tanning, standing six and a half feet tall so he towered over his family where no one was even six feet.
Cadence and Cindy sat up front in first class, mom and Scott would have those seats on the return trip. He wondered what this tropical resort would be like, what kind of town sat around it, were the locals friendly? Did he bring enough sunscreen? A dozen more questions sprang up but they could be for later. For now Scott was content to lean back and let his medications side affects carry him to sleep.
TVL Air flight 5669 was in good shape, they were on schedule and flying in clear skies. The captain was a veteran of twenty years, his co-pilot coming up on his fifth year in the cockpit. Across the cockpit, lights began to flash, wink out, then come back on as if nothing happened.
“Maybe it’s a short?” The co-pilot offered after tapping the console in front of him and getting no reaction.
“Controls seem fine, compass, altitude, air speed, fuel, all reading normal.” The captain said making a note about the incident and double checking where the emergency handbook sat, just in case. Neither man saw the green flash on the horizon behind them, or the blueish green streaks of lightning that spiderwebbed across the sky and hit the plane. Their only indication of something happening was the gentle shake of turbulence, all completely normal for the flight.
In his seat Scott was bumped awake, someone was breathing hard, he heard heavy thumping on a nearby seat, someone probably kicking it. He was jostled again by the turbulence but it wasn’t that, he’d been bumped at his right side. He opened his groggy eyes and looked over. The couple beside him had their seats reclined, they were naked and the bimbo was vigorously bouncing up and down on the guys thick dick. Her basket ball sized tits flattened against his muscular chest.
“Sorry bro, did we wake you?” The young man’s voice rumbled after breaking the passionate kiss with his woman. “You know how they get.” Did he ever.
“No you’re good.” He responded and reached for his tablet in the pocket of the seat, he wanted to watch the newest episode of the Jugg Fuckers talk show, he’d been interviewed and hadn’t seen it yet. As he tapped awake the screen he heard his neighbors start up again.
“Oh fuck your so big.” The woman moaned as her fat firm ass rose and fell desperately on the foot and a half long cock of her lover. Scott skimmed his Fucktube feed until he saw the episode link. By the time he put on his headphones the busty slut was shaking with orgasm, her lovers big hand clamped firmly around her mouth to muffle the scream.
He watched the beginning credits expectantly, the two blonde bimbo hosts did their usual greetings and plugged sponsors then introduced Scott. He was already naked, his thick limp cock hanging a good sixteen inches already. One of the blondes moved to take her place between Scott’s legs, pulling off her top to expose her HH cup fake tits. He remembered the feeling as that firm titflesh wrapped around his shaft and the slut went to work. He grinned with the memory of the four hour long episode, the blondes switching out halfway through to share the fun. The girls wanted to record and upload the all night threesome after, as a famous pornstar Scott was happy to sign off.
Scott got fifteen minutes into the episode when it hit him, what was going on? He remembered being on a plane, he remembered his parents beside him…his sisters were ahead in first class. He looked over against his rutting neighbors, he didn’t know who they were but they weren’t his parents. They were just fucking…having sex openly? He'd heard of couples poorly sneaking sex under a blanket or something but they weren’t even trying to hide it or be sneaky. Scott gave the couple another look, not his parents far to young, more his age then the fifty somethings he was looking for. He saw color against the gray and garnet carpeting, the strangers blue speedo was pulled down to his ankles, and a g-string and bikini top, was all else he could find, both tossed onto the floor.
Speaking of clothing, what happened to his? When Scott boarded he was dressed in loose baggy jeans, an old oversized concert t-shirt and his trusty black hoodie, now he was only covered in a black speedo that felt far too tight, he moved the tablet to find not his groin but a spandex pouch stretched to his limit that looked to be hiding someone’s whole head, at least that’s how big the bulge was. It looked obscene, he could see every inch of the thick vascular penis underneath. Tapping the tablet on this thing he felt it and when he shifted in his seat he felt the pair of mango sized testicles beneath it all. This wasn’t him, he didn’t have such a broad chest or hard cut eight pack abs, his arms and legs weren’t every this bulky with muscle and his skin wasn’t this tan.
This had to be a dream. It had to be his new medication. He was dreaming this over sexualized flight with him and his parents replaced by pornstars as a side effect. That’s all it was. Peaking around his seat into the aisle Scott witnessed the entire plane was the same. The airplane seated maybe half the amount of that he remembered, seats were wider and it was like every other row of seats was just missing, making for a lot of open space. Couples seated together were having sex without fear of being seen, some were on their knees orally pleasuring their partners, some thrusting or bouncing on a lovers hard dick, everyone doing their best to quiet their moaning and not disturb their fellow travelers.
Scott shook his head and got up, this pornstar airplane dream begged to be explored while he was asleep. He made his way to first class, the blue curtain divider was pulled across the aisle but did nothing to hide the sounds coming from the front of the plane.