Had she really called her "Miss Tits-a-lot" or had Fiona imagined it? She didn't have time to speculate, as she rushed down the corridor to the waiting plane. Stumbling into the first class cabin, she attracted everyone's attention. The other passengers whispered, and a few pointed. She ignored them and made it to her seat. She had the aisle seat, and there was already a woman dressed in a navy pinstriped business suit sitting in the window seat. The woman glanced up and Fiona smiled. Giving her a cold look, the woman returned to the papers in front of her.
Fiona began kicking at her bag to shove it under the seat in front of her. The flight attendant approached her and said, "I'm sorry, that bag is too big to fit under the seat. You'll have to stow it in the overhead compartment."
Fiona had been afraid of this. Pulling the bag up by its strap, she reached up to put it in the overhead, which was already crammed full of luggage. As she reached up, she felt her skirt rising in the back. The passengers seated in the rows behind her got a clear view of a pair of reddened ass cheeks peeking out of her skirt. Fiona reached to the side to move another bag out of the way, and the passengers still watching her progress wondered at the gold ring protruding from her asshole that was now visible. The passengers on the other side of the aisle were getting a different view. When Fiona raised her arms, the tiny t-shirt crept up so that the bottom globes of her huge tits hung out. Almost the entire first class cabin was mesmerized.
Once she secured her bag, Fiona quickly pulled her skirt and t-shirt down and took her seat. The businesswoman sitting next to her looked over and said, "Are you a stripper?"
Fiona turned scarlet. "No, I'm not a stripper."
The woman pushed her glasses back up on her nose. "Hmmmm."
Since Fiona had rushed for her flight, she hadn't had time to use the bathroom before boarding. Once the seatbelt light went off, she stood up to make her way down the aisle. Just at that moment, the flight attendant began the drink service and had her cart in the aisle.
She smiled as Fiona approached. "I'm afraid you'll just have to squeeze by."
Fiona stepped to the side and turning her body sideways, facing the cart, she squeezed by. As she did so, she felt someone pinching her ass. She swung her head around, but the two men in the seats she just passed were both looking down reading.
She finished in the bathroom and started down the aisle again. The flight attendant hadn't moved the cart one inch. Again, Fiona had to squirm through. This time she placed her back to the cart and faced the two men. Her tits came close to hitting the man in the aisle seat in the face. Just as she was about to draw back, she felt someone pulling at the ring on the dildo. She gasped and smashed her tits in his face anyway. Looking around, she saw the flight attendant smiling benignly.
Once she shimmied past the cart, several napkins fluttered down in front of her. The flight attendant sighed. "How clumsy of me. Could you do me a favor and pick those up for me?"
Fiona stared into the hard, bright eyes for a moment and realized what was required of her. She turned and bent over at the waist to pick up the napkins. This time, her thoroughly spanked ass was fully exposed to anyone behind her, along with the ring on the dildo.
The flight attendant giggled. "Oh my, someone was a bad girl."
Fiona handed her the napkins, and before she had a chance to pull down her skirt, the flight attendant smiled sweetly and handed her two drinks. "Something's wrong with my cart. I think the wheel's stuck. Could you help me out, and hand these drinks over to the couple in the next aisle?"
With her skirt still hiked up, Fiona bent forward to deliver the drinks. She leaned low over the man's tray table, brushing his arms with her tits. The woman in the seat next to his hooked her finger in Fiona's neckline and pulled her down until her tits were resting on her tray table.
Inspecting her cleavage, she asked, "What size are those?"
Fiona whispered, "36 double D."
The woman raised her voice. "I can't hear you."
Fiona repeated, "36 double D" in a louder voice.
The woman snorted. "I think your surgeon gave you a little bonus." She turned to the man seated next to her, "What do you think, Maury? You think her surgeon gave her a little extra for her money?"
Maury reached over to where Fiona's tits were still resting on the tray table and gave them a squeeze. "I think so. You got a good deal there, honey."
The woman explained to Fiona, "My husband and I are both cosmetic surgeons, and those are definitely bigger than double D's. I'll tell you what. You keep running around without a bra, and those big melons are going to be sagging down to your navel pretty soon. I'll give you our card, and when those tits are flopping around down your waist, give us a call and we'll tighten them right up for you." She winked as she stuck her card in Fiona's cleavage. "We might even give you a little extra. Now be a good girl and get me a cup of ice."
As Fiona stood straight, she became aware that quite a few passengers had been listening to her conversation with the cosmetic surgeon. A few were eyeing her tits speculatively. She stumbled back to the cart, which still hadn't progressed any further down the aisle. The flight attendant had obviously been listening, for she held a cup of ice out for Fiona to take back to the woman.
Fiona bent over to deliver the ice, and felt a tug on her dildo ring. She turned around to two men pointing to their glasses for refills. And so it went. Fiona scurried up and down the aisles of the first class cabin delivering drinks to all the passengers. They grew bolder and bolder, commenting on her body, bouncing her tits in their hands, pinching her ass. With each new insult and humiliation, Fiona's pussy got wetter and wetter.
At last the drink service ended and Fiona was allowed to return to her seat. As she sank to her seat, her seatmate glanced over at her. "So are you finished making a spectacle of yourself? You may as well have been naked for all the good those clothes did in covering your body. You must be incredibly horny right now. Tell me, are those pussy lips of yours swollen and hot?"
Fiona looked down and nodded.
The flight attendant approached and asked the woman if she preferred salmon or steak. The woman indicated her preference and the flight attendant turned to Fiona. Just as Fiona opened her mouth to reply, her seatmate spoke for her. "She won't be eating anything." She patted Fiona's belly. "She needs to watch her weight."
The flight attendant accepted this and turned away. The woman looked over at Fiona. "Instead I'll let you touch yourself."
