Thanks for the feedback so far! It's very encouraging to hear positive (and constructive) comments while I'm working to find my footing writing these stories.
This is a direct continuation of Chapter 1, and the final chapter of this particular story arc. After this, there are two separate standalone stories already in the pipeline, with more to come.
Ideas and suggestions for future stories always appreciated. Enjoy!
-Packingman
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The plane took off shortly after boarding without any issues. The plane had a 3-3 configuration, with Tracy taking the aisle seat, Jim by the window, and Jimmy Jr. sandwiched in between the two in his car seat. They were seated in the back, and since the majority of passengers sat toward the middle and front, their area was mostly empty.
The cabin was completely dark, save for the sparse overhead lights. Most people on the flight had already fallen asleep moments into takeoff. The only sounds that could be heard were the hum of the jet engines and a few occasional snores.
"So, do you want to talk about what happened back there? And why you're dressed like a slutty cheerleader?"
"I told you already. They had to confiscate my clothes, and this is all they had!"
"That was all they had...that was all they had! Of course it was."
"Well, I didn't exactly see you come rushing to my aid!"
"What was I supposed to do? Punch one of the guards so they'd have to take me as well?
"You could've stood up for me! I'm your wife, Jim. You're supposed to look out for me."
"Look out for you? How about you look at yourself Trace? Your tits look like you've just breastfed an entire village. You're not wearing a bra or panties, and you made sure the entire flight knew that. If I didn't know any better, I'd have thought you did all this on purpose."
"I can't do this with you right now. I'm tired, Jimmy's sleeping, and you're being an ass. I'm going to the bathroom."
"Whatever."
It almost escaped Jim that Tracy had used the word "ass". Tracy never cursed, except maybe that one time her toe had gotten broken in senior year. As he watched his wife make her way down the aisle, Jim felt a mixture of anger, jealousy, concern, and most disturbingly of all, a newfound sense of lust. Why was he turned on by his wife being exposed and humiliated in front of strangers? He pushed the thought aside as he leaned his head against the window and drifted off to sleep.
Tracy slowly made her way down the aisle, past the 10 or so rows separating her row from the bathroom. The plane was still tilted slightly upward, so it was necessary to hold on to the seats to avoid taking a fall.
She entered the freshly cleaned bathroom and closed the door, the faint smell of cleaner still in the air. Looking at herself in the mirror, she could hardly believe her eyes. Her long blonde hair was frazzled as if she had just gotten out of bed. Mascara ran down her cheeks in dark trails, her blue eyes a hazy red from crying. She looked down at her expansive cleavage capped by the red semicircles of her areolas, completely exposed by the wide scoop neck of her tank top. Her compressed tits bulged out over the hem of the overstretched white cotton fabric, which was virtually transparent over her engorged nipples. She turned on the faucet of the sink and let cold water run into her cupped hands, splashing water on her face to clear the mascara trails off her cheeks.
I'm on the plane, and I'm away from those perverts. I'm going to see Mom and Dad, Jimmy is going to meet his grandparents, and me and Jim will work things out. Things haven't been easy since the baby, but we'll figure it out. For us, for Jimmy. Everything is going to be fine.
After turning off the faucet and unlocking the door, the plane suddenly lurched to one side, sending Tracy flying toward the toilet. Her tits landed directly into the bowl.
"Eek!" Disgusted, her hands frantically patted the walls, looking for leverage to push herself off the toilet. In the struggle, the flush button was accidentally pushed.
Tracy suddenly became aware of a screeching vacuum noise, followed immediately by a strong tug at her tits. Looking down, she saw that her tank top was being sucked down the drain of the toilet! Within seconds, the already-strained shirt swiftly ripped off her tits and went straight down into the depths of the plane.
"No, no, no! Shit! What do I do now?"
The next five minutes were spent roughly scrubbing her tits with soap, disinfecting them from any potential nastiness. Now, the only piece of clothing on her entire body was a micro pleated skirt, which barely covered her lower regions.
She cracked open the bathroom door and peeked her head out toward the aisle. Since her seat was in the back of the plane, nobody should see her naked front as she walked back to her seat. Combined with the darkness and most passengers being asleep, it seemed a relatively painless task.
Heading toward her seat, the plane lurched again, this time sending the blonde tumbling on to a row occupied by an elderly couple. She found herself laying face down in somebody's lap.
"You little tramp! What the hell do you think you're doing with your face on my husband's crotch? You get your filthy hands off him right now!"
"Oh my god, I am so sorry miss. Please forgive me, the plane-"
Before she could finish, the elderly woman lifted up Tracy's skirt. "SLAP Don't you SLAP ever SLAP do that SLAP again SLAP SLAP SLAP"
Tracy gasped with each spank. The old woman's strikes were severe, leaving the blonde's entire ass beet-red.
"But miss, it was an accident. I didn't mean to-"
"I don't even want to hear it. Now you best get on out of here, you little harlot, before I call a flight attendant. And for God's sake, put on some clothes why don't you? What do you think this is, the Playboy plane? There are children on this flight, you know."
"Yes ma'am, sorry ma'am."
"Mhmm. Maybe you should go to church every once in a while. You could use the light of God in your life" the woman said smugly. Tracy wanted to point out that she attended church twice a week and even led a woman's bible study group, but figured it was best to just let it go.
No longer a stranger to embarrassment, the blonde pulled herself up and quickly stumbled her way back to her seat. The old lady's husband was still asleep and snoring, oblivious to the ordeal that had just taken place on his lap. But, the situation had not escaped the notice of at least one other passenger...
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If it wasn't for the thick, dark-rimmed glasses on his face and business casual attire, Gary could've easily been mistaken for a small baby. The dwarf had lost the genetic lottery early in life, being considered small even by dwarf standards. The thinning of his hair forced him to shave his entire head, leaving it bald and baby smooth. He couldn't even grow any facial hair to compensate. The silver lining of his shortcomings, however, was that he was somehow blessed with a decent-sized, fully-functional package.
Gary was also a successful businessman, with investments in several tech startups. He frequently flew cross-country for work. Embarrassed by his appearance, he often travelled at night and bought an entire row of seats to himself to minimize interactions with other people.
Just about to fall asleep in his seat, he heard a loud slapping sound in front of him. Turning his head to look down the aisle, he was shocked to see an old woman spanking another woman's bare bottom.
What the hell...?
His shock was amplified 10 times when the woman got up. Her massive naked breasts jiggled back and forth in her hurry to get back to her seat. Despite their size, they defied gravity and seemed to jut straight outward from her chest. They were capped by long, thick red nipples that looked as if they had plenty of experience being milked. He had never seen any breasts like these, even in porn (except for maybe fetish cartoons).
After sitting down, she reached behind her, pulled a blanket out and quickly covered herself.
"Honey, can you give me Jimmy when he's hungry?"
"Sure babe."
No way! There's milk in those things? This is getting crazier and crazier by the minute!
