The following story contains non-consenual themes. All characters are 18 or above.
Riley Andrews felt her lithe body get pressed into the seat of the F-15 as the engines ramped up. Another day, another scouting operation. She breathed into the mask and looked down to see the ground race past her -- there seemed to be an endless supply of sprawling hills, forests, and lakes. She didn't know what exactly she was supposed to be looking for out in the wilderness, but over her short time at the Airforce, she had learnt the phrase 'orders are orders' too well.
As a young girl, she had always wanted to be a pilot, and that's what she had done. At 25, Riley couldn't find much fault with her life -- she was a recently appointed fighter pilot of the Airforce, her mum had had an easy life and the two had shared many happy moments together, she had a few solid friends back home, and there wouldn't be a day without some guy making a move on her. Riley had inherited her mother's sharp features and high cheekbones, and a father she didn't know had given her exquisite olive skin from his Spanish origins along with black hair that had a hint of brown in them. The demanding training, she had received had slimmed down her already sinewy body into that of an athlete's. And the only thing, or rather two things, that weren't athletic about her was her chest. Her breasts had always been growing -- at just 16, they had reached a full d-cup- but then there had come a point when the rest of her stopped growing which very soon made her top-heavy. But that wasn't to say she lacked in the ass department by any means -- if anything, it was just as good. Despite her graceful frame, her wide hips flared outwards, giving rise to a very elegantly heart-shaped backside.
Riley checked her GPS -- it was almost time to head back and report the absence of anything unusual. And that's when she lost power. The powerful engines ground to a halt, and the screens went blank. There was only the sound of the wind whipping against the streamlined body of the plane.
"What the hell..." Keeping calm, Riley initiated a system reboot. But the only feedback she got was the click of the buttons. "Auxiliary power," she muttered. But that too was unresponsive. The flying beast had turned into a metal coffin travelling at over a thousand miles an hour.
She was losing speed at an alarming rate, and the ground below was coming up to meet her. There was only one option. Steeling herself, Riley gripped the handles of ejection mechanism, and pulled hard. With a loud hiss, the entire world turned upside down and she lost all sense of direction as the air kicked her around. It felt like she was falling for an eternity, and when she almost sure that she was about to die, a bundle of fabric spat itself out. A second later, something yanked her up, the straps of her seat painfully cutting against her chest.
The world came back to her slowly. She had landed in a clearing of some sort, and the smell of the earth underneath comforted her. Riley groped for the quick release and pressed it. Her seat had crashed a few metres away and was intact from the looks of it. That was good. Struggling to her feet, she took a few uncertain steps towards it, and reached for the emergency kit behind. There were a couple of nutrition bars, a bottle of water, first aid, and most importantly -- a com unit.
Riley took out the com unit and flicked the switch on and waited patiently for it to boot up. Nothing. The LCD screen remained dark. What the fuck...She tried it again, and eventually resorted to the universal method of getting anything to work -- smashing it against the ground. And when that too failed, she smashed it one last time for good measure, and flopped down on the ground.
"Hey, you alright?"
"Fuck!" she swore, startled.
"Sorry, didn't mean to freak you out," came a gruff voice. A large man with a uniform stepped out of the trees. "Saw your chute, so I came running as fast as I could."
"You're a park ranger..."
"That I am. Henry," the ranger introduced himself. "And you must be Airforce."
"Riley," she greeted back, relieved to having found help so fast.
"Did something happen? All my electronics shut down."
"That's certainly strange. Everything was fine when I left the town, we should probably get you back."
"Yeah, I need to contact my base. Can I please use your mobile phone?"
"You could try all you want, but there's not a penny of signal out here. Best we head back."
Riley ditched the helmet and followed the ranger into the woods.
The still air was hot and humid as the sun reached its apex above the thick canopy, turning the forest into an oven of a hell. It was suffocating without any hint of a breeze, and to Riley it felt like she was wading through some thick invisible syrup.
"This is killing me," she complained, panting for breath. She could feel her sweat dripping down her body. The thick, heavy full-body overalls that were meant to protect pilots from fires and freezing waters, was strangling her.
"Yeah, it gets pretty wild out here" chuckled the ranger. His overweight body was struggling too, and his uniform had gotten all messed up.
Deciding to ditch her modesty for the sake of her own sanity, Riley unzipped the overalls, and stepped free from its clutches.
"God, that's so much better," she sighed. She was clad in leggings that stopped short of an inch above her knees, and a white sports bra that was visibly overwhelmed by the mass of flesh behind it. She was drenched in sweat -- it glistened on her cleavage, legs, and her exposed midriff.
"I can imagine," the ranger smiled, his eyes briefly taking in the sight of her breasts straining against the tight sports bra, before continuing.
The going was slow and painful, and the undergrowth was dense with thorny shrubs and vines.
"We're almost there," nodded the stranger, pressed hard for air. "We have our hut right around this corner."
"I thought we were heading back to town,"
"We are the hut's just a resting point."
