1st class flying truly was an incredible trip, one Katie was glad to have splurged on. She didn't have prior experiences with planes, nor did she want one after that. Between the higher end food, spacious seats and stewardess offering whatever she needed, there really was no going back.
"Anyone need help?" Katie asked once they landed, looking over the chaos that she should've expected, given her involvement. While she'd taken care to empty herself before the flight, they hit some turbulence and the vibrations got her going again. The staff and other passengers clearly didn't have much experience with a Hyper packing something extra, as a stewardess figured it would be easy as sucking her off and maybe a quick fuck. That resulted in her becoming immobile and the others having to deal with her.
A few hands raised in answer to her offer and she helped them off. One of the stewardess' reminded her of the complimentary clothes they offered for such an occasion, though they only had a couple sets, since most futanari weren't nearly so productive.
"Wow, that's some great service," Katie said. After helping everyone out from the cum-drenched cabin, she headed for a bathroom and got changed. Her outfit was a couple sizes too small, but elastic and hugged her nicely, save for the skirt. It got over her hips well enough, though ended only halfway down her thighs. With a lack of panties on hand - what with her cocks shredding them mid-flight - her members hung half in the open.
Perhaps that'd have posed an issue back home in Surrey, but this was California. Reality shows were guilty pleasures for her, and they were shockingly accurate how they portrayed sunny state Americans. Despite her dicks on display, she was the conservative one around. Girls and futa alike walked around in little more than fishnets at times, while some only wore painted on boxers with nipple tape. A security guard was no better, wearing a halter top and mini-skirt. Her cock swung about next to her baton.
Oh yeah, she was gonna like it there. Especially once she met Laura in the flesh. So, so much flesh. Katie shut her eyes, closing out the visual splendour of her new surroundings, replacing it with something far more incredible; her pen-pal, Laura. They'd been talking online for little over a year, having met on a support forum for Hypers. Seeing her had changed her life.
"Katie Barns?"
Katie cracked an eyelid at her name and saw a vaguely familiar face. It resembled Laura's, the reason for her trip, and whose eyebrow was arched, gaze pointed at Katie's crotch. Following her eyes, she found her hands stroking herself, pre-cum slowly ramping up as her balls gurgled. She didn't stop, just offered an apologetic shrug for the familiar stranger.
"That's me. Why?"
"I'm Daniel, Laura's sister. Care for a ride?" Daniel asked, not making any gesture to a vehicle, instead leaning over to give the Hyper an eyeful of her impressive cleavage, the breasts all but spilling from her shirt. Just past them, a juicy, though average cock lifted her own skirt. No balls, Katie noted. Her balls throbbed at the offer.
"Sure, if you think you can handle these," she patted her own shafts, each more than twice the size of Daniel's. A dense puddle of pre-cum had pooled around their feet, spreading out by the second as her arousal neared its peak.
At her challenge, Daniel smirked and led her away. Crowds were forming and, though starting a public orgy wasn't beyond Katie's abilities, she didn't want to keep Laura waiting. Just a quick fuck, then she'd be on her way to meet the most stunning woman she knew. 'Quick' was a subjective term, however.
Once in the designated fuck rooms (for those wanting a bit of privacy), she wasted no time in slamming one cock into Daniel's pussy. Being on the smaller end of Hyperism had its benefits, in that she could fit in most people easily enough. Especially someone that had experience with stretching themselves. Her shaft pierced deep, ramming against the cervix and shoving it open to bury every inch of her two-foot member. The other sawed between Daniel's plump ass, dousing her top in pre.
"Sorry about the mess," Katie said, pumping away.
"It's okay," Daniel panted between thrusts, each breath punctuated by the Hyper's strong motions, "Should've been working on my ass more."
"Where's Laura anyway? I thought she was gonna meet me here," Katie said, taking a second to adjust her grip and make sure her partner didn't slip in the toe-deep muck she'd produced.
"Ooh, fuck... she's, hah, had a little trouble with production," Daniel explained, her own member twitching in time with her tunnel, milking the larger futa, "Could barely get out of bed."
"That's so hot," Katie groaned. Her balls rumbled and pulled tight to her body, "Here it cums! Hope you can take it!"
"Fuuuck, yeah! Give it to me," Daniel cried out in her own climax, spurting a pitiful amount of semen - mere drops in the ocean below - while a veritable flood erupted inside and over her. As the first waves rolled out, bringing the cum levels to their ankles and rapidly rising, Katie reached back to open the door. The room was spacious, but she didn't want to risk getting stuck again.
Tides of semen poured out as more was added by the second. Daniel put up a tremendous effort, her belly inflating until it touched the floor, despite her legs being fully extended, however it groaned from the strain as more pumped in. The skin turned an angry, glossy crimson, before it gave up and expunged the excess. Regardless of the seal around her cock, gaps were formed as litres upon litres erupted to cover Katie from the waist down. Her second member kept up its launch unimpeded.
Witnesses naturally gathered to witness her load.
"Oh my god, is she..."
"Those are definitely Hyper sized. And two of them to boot!"
"I want a go."
"She'd pop you in a second."
For five minutes, Katie basked in her release and the admirations of strangers. Many were inspired by her display and took partners, whether they knew them or not. Even the on duty security guard couldn't help but rub out a few spurts, resulting a couple of shift-eyed futa getting pass without a check. As was normal for her, Katie's fresh outfit was drenched in cum once more.
She didn't bother with replacing it this time and strolled out. Her face was splattered in cum, though her hair was mostly spared, while ninety percent of her body from the neck down was coated, repainting the complimentary clothes in white. If nothing else, it would make a good impression with Laura. Oh, it would be incredible to finally meet her face to face. Video could never do her justice.
"Wow," Daniel said when they got to the car.
"Hmm? Oh, uh, yeah. That happens a lot lately," Katie said, inadvertently smearing pre-cum on the windows.
"Because of Laura?" Daniel teased.
"Of course," Katie said, "Are you okay waiting? I can take care of these real quick."
"No, no. It's fine, don't worry."
"You sure? I'm probably gonna make a mess."
"Not like I haven't had those before. Trust me, you try keeping things dry and clean living with Laura. It's just not possible."
"Ooh, I can't wait," Katie cooed, hand moving to her shaft. She caught it early and pulled back, "Oops, sorry. Bad habit."
Daniel giggled and invited her into the car, "It's okay. Let's get going. Oh, by the way, I'm spending a week with some friends so it'll just be you and Laura."
Instantly, Katie's mind raced with the new knowledge. Just her and Laura, all alone at her home, two Hypers in the same place with no obligations... and Katie knew she had a libido on par with hers, if the hours of video sex they'd had were anything to go by. From those videos, Laura's breasts had seemed immaculately squeezable, the kind of tits that put feathered pillows to shame and welcomed any weary traveller to rest on their expanse. She couldn't wait to see them swallow her hands. And later her cocks.
The tumultuous rise of pleasure snapped her from the reverie, followed by the fierce splashing on the front windscreen. Katie jerked her members with abandon, moaning her apologies for the mess. Before long, the vehicle was flooded and groaning from the weight. Daniel, in a daze, opened the doors to drain it out.
"If you're going to cum, maybe do it outside," she said.
"Yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about Laura and... like I said, bad habit."
"Looks like you're not calming down," Daniel noted, "And traffic's not really moving either."
"Are you implying what I think you're implying?" Katie asked, to which the driver responded by shifting over to straddle the multi-endowed Hyper, pussy sliding down one shaft, while the other stood between them, rubbing at Daniel's own member as they moved in rhythm. Horns blared at them to drive, but they died down as others caught sight. The radio played in the meantime, a traffic forecast warning of a spontaneous orgy on the highway.
Asking a futa not to get horny was unreasonable. For a Hyper like Katie, she'd gone through the past year since her growth spurt with infrequent flaccidity, their occurrences more like erections for average futanari. Much as Daniel watched her words for the rest of the journey, she would inevitably slip and mention Laura, spurring her passenger's mind to wander. Without fail, Katie's dicks rose back to full hardness and led to minor flooding on the roads as they drove. Modern advancements in vehicles prevented any major accidents.
Eventually, the car rolled into a car park overseen by a tall building segregated by dozens of balconies. At their peak, Katie noticed a waving shape, before it vanished with nothing but a small drop of white falling in its wake.
