Unknowingly Controlled Ch 01

Greg and I have been dating for nearly 10 years. He is the most wonderful guy I could have ever wished for.

Just last month during dining, he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I've been waiting for him to ask for years, and of course, I said yes. I couldn't have wished for anything more.

You see, Greg and I met in middle school and we started dating our freshman year of high school. We were in the same grade and we lived just houses away from each other. It was meant to be from the start.

He was a geeky high school kid, and I was a book nerd. I loved the school library. Sure we each had our own thing, but we shared so much in common it was crazy. He's helped me grow in so many ways.

He has always been the sweetest, most romantic guy I've ever known. He was my best friend, and now my husband to be.

Right after high school, we both went to the same college. He pursued an education in Computer Science while I pursued my dream of becoming a teacher. After our freshman year of living in a dorm a whole floor apart, we moved into our own apartment in our sophomore year.

Both of our parents were very supportive of us. I was family to his family. They even helped pay my way through college and got us an apartment together. They loved me almost as much as they loved him.

Greg and I share a very special thing. We were both each other's first. He loved me so much I knew I would be his only one forever. He is all I would ever need.

I can still remember our first time. We escaped to his parent's cabin when we were 17 one night. It took a lot of planning, me convincing my parents I was going away with my girlfriends for the weekend, and him convincing his parents he wanted a guys night at the cabin. He was such a gentleman.

It was a cold snowy night, but the cabin was so warm from the fire he started and the hundreds of candles he lit. Our bodies were free while he held me tight in his embrace on the floor next to the fire surrounded by dancing candle flames.

He was so kind, so gentle, so loving.

It felt amazing.

He has always been just as kind and gentle. I couldn't have asked for someone better.

After college, we moved to California where he got a great job in Silicon Valley. We bought a townhouse, and I started teaching at a nearby elementary school.

He told me the reason he took so long to ask was that he wanted to save up for a ring, a wedding, and a honeymoon I deserve.

The ring he proposed with was absolutely gorgeous.

We had planned the wedding a few months away. Making sure all of our family would be able to make it.

I was in wedding planning mode, and I loved it.

I couldn't stop imagining him at the end of the aisle. His scrawny geeky self looking so handsome in a suit and tie.

About a month before the wedding, Greg got word that he needed to go overseas for work for a couple of weeks. I was a little bummed out, it would be the longest we'd ever been separated since we first met.

It was hard seeing him go. I dropped him off at the airport and nearly cried as he walked into the terminal.

"I love you, sweetheart," he said as he gave me one last kiss, "To the moon and back. I'll see you soon."

The next few days were rather lonely, but I still had a wedding to plan. It kept me somewhat preoccupied.

Then, it happened. The biggest surprise.

He called me letting me know he was sending me a ticket to come and visit him! I was over the moon! Not only did he already contract my school, but he got me a first-class ticket!

I was so excited, I was frantic. I packed two of my suitcases, stuffing in half of my closet. I even went down to the mall and grabbed a few pieces of sexy lingerie I thought I would surprise him with.

Before heading to the airport, I threw in a few changes of clothes into my carry on. It was going to be a long flight, and I wanted to be in a fresh change of clothes before I landed and gave him a big hug.

Upon arriving at the gate, I started getting somewhat nervous. This flight would be the first flight I have ever taken on my own. An anxious chill tingled through me.

Waiting for the plane to board, I noticed this guy across the terminal, he was staring at me. I couldn't tell whether he was 20 or 40. He was dressed professionally, in a suit that was fitted to him perfectly.

I didn't think too much of it at the time, I was way too full of anxious excitement.

I loved being one of the first to board. The plane was missive. I had never been in one so large. As I walked in, the first thing I walked past was an in-flight bar! I couldn't believe it!

My seat was a few rows down, it geeze did it look comfortable! I had never flown in first-class before.

"Can I help you with that?" came a voice from behind me, startling me slightly.

"Oh!" I said startled, nearly dropping my carry-on to the floor. His face was familiar. It was the face that was staring at me earlier in the terminal.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," he said sincerely.

"Sh-sure," I replied, handing him my bag, "Thank you, such a gentleman."

"Think nothing of it," the man replied, hoisting my bag up with ease.

"Looks like I'm right there," he said pointing to the seat next to mine.

"Thanks, Oh, cool," I said, taking a seat. "This is my first time in first class."

"I love first class," the man said, taking a seat next to me, "I always fly it."

"I can see why," I said, between a light nervous giggle.

"My name is Mark by the way," he said reaching his hand out. His hand was large and firm.

"Nice to meet you, Mark, my name is Kaylee," I as his hand grasped mine, shaking it.

"That's quite the ring," he said looking at the large diamond on my other hand.

"Thanks!" I said gleefully as Greg's warm and friendly face flashed through my mind, "My fiance and I are getting married in a couple of months!"

"Oh, good for you," Mark said with a soft smile. "Good for you indeed."

"You have no idea!" I said almost annoyingly loudly, "I'm so excited!"

"I can tell," Mark said laughing as he pulled out his laptop from under the seat. "well, work never stops."

"Well, have a good flight Mark," I said grabbing my headphones out of my purse. "It's nice to meet you."

"You too..." he said.

Unconsciously, his tone and smirk he had across his face made my body send a slightly off-putting chill down my spine.

An hour and a half into the flight, after completing a couple of episodes Grey's Anatomy, I was already tired. I couldn't believe only an hour had passed.

Glancing to the seat next to me, Mark was still hard at work on his computer.

Standing up out of my seat, I reached for the knob that controlled the air. I was getting warm, really warm.

I hated the staleness of an airplane.

Taking off my sweater, I tossed it up in the overhead bin next to my bag.

The cool air being blown my way started to cool my skin down.

Reclining my seat, I closed my eyes and started listening to music.

I couldn't help but think of Greg. Surprising him with some of my new outfits. Showing them off to him as he sat on the bed while I walked around him.

I was turning myself on.

I could feel a warmth between my legs spread.

My mind wandered further. Images of him on top of me, kissing me slowly. Starting from my lips, moving down my next, down further across my chest, and slowing, hovering around my navel. His touch felt so real, so sensual.

The warmth between my legs grew. Fidgeting in my seat, I drove deeper into the dream.

His tongue worked its way around my pelvis. I noticed I was completely shaven. I had never shaved before, I'm not sure where the image was coming from. As his lips moved further down, he lightly started kissing my clit, and lips surrounding.

His hands were grasping my breasts, my nipples were as hard as diamonds poking deep into his palms.

It was an odd sensation. I could feel his palms grip more of me than they ever had before.

Letting out moans of pleasure, I noticed his hands were grasping something much larger than they normally do. My breasts were nearly double in size. I've always been very flat-chested, and before my eyes, I was now looking at two mounds. Two actual mounds. They were still small, but they were mounds!

His touch felt even better than before. I could feel the warm moistness spread further between my legs.

It was on fire.

I could feel an energy building within me. Pleasure building. An intense, deep, pleasure. Like something, I had never felt before.

His tongue continued sliding up against my clit, building the pleasure further. His hands gripped my breast's tighter, gripping onto even more skin than they did before. Everything about my breasts was growing. They were nearly the size of baseballs. My nipples also grew nearly twice their size, becoming more firm.

The pressure building within me was becoming too much to bear.

"Ohhhh," I moaned, as an orgasm pulsed through my body, causing me to scream, loud enough to startle me out of the dream, along with the flight attendant walking past me. "Fuck!"

Waking up in a sweat, I quickly apologized to the flight attendant.

"I - I'm sorry about that," I said to the flight attendant, still shaking and beading with sweat.

"You alright Miss?" she asked.

"I- I- I'm fine," I replied, stumbling for words, still coming down from the plateau of pleasure I was feeling before I awoke.

"Well let me know if you need anything, Miss," she replied, continuing down the aisle.

Focusing on my breathing, I tried to recompose myself.

As the twitchfull shaking mellowed out, I started to notice the wetness between my legs and a tightness growing in my chest.

I originally brushed off the sudden awakening of myself to the harsh and trouble breathing, but I quickly began to notice that wasn't the case.

My chest was tight.

I felt like someone wrapped me in a corset while I was asleep.

Looking over to my right, over the barrier between me and my row mate, Mark, he was still hard at work on his computer with his headphones in.

What I did miss, however, was the slight smirk that scoward half his face.

Removing my seat belt, I needed to get up. I needed to go to the washroom. I felt as if I took a seat on a park bench right after a torrential downpour. My pants felt soaked.

Slowly getting up from my seat, I left behind a subtle wet imprint of myself on the leather seat.

Making my way to the washroom, I quickly closed the door behind me. Checking the situation between my legs, I was indeed completely soaked. My juices completely flowed through my panties, making a massive we spot on my yoga pants.

"Thank god for black," I said aloud to myself, exhaling a sigh of relief that it wasn't too noticeable.

Taking a seat in the lavatory, I tried wiping and soaking up what I could with a handful of paper towels.

As I cleaned myself up, I couldn't help but feel somewhat ashamed. Nothing has ever happened like that to me before. I have never had such an intense sexual dream. It had to have been one of the most vigorous orgasms of my life too, and I wasn't even fully away for it.

Where did that come from?

I thought.

I quickly brushed it off to the altitude and the excitement of the wedding and missing my love so much.

Noticing the tightness in my chest once again as I sat up, I stood closer to the mirror.

Something looked different. My bra felt so tight.

Quickly taking off my sweater, followed by my tank top, I was suddenly confronted with shock.

I had breasts! Mounds even!

My bra was actually in use, holding something in.

Reaching behind myself, I quickly unlatched my bra, taking it off for a better view.

I had grown at least a cup size or two!

The shock and awe completely outshined the logic and reason of how something like this could have happened. They looked just as they did in my dream. Round, budding, apple-sized mounds. My nipples are larger, about the size of the tip of my pinky finger.

Loosening my bra to try and help accommodate my mysterious sudden growth spurt, I put it back on. I looked amazing.

Throwing my tank and sweater back on, I was filled with excitement.

Is this a dream? Is this really happening? God, I hope so! I hope they stay this way! Greg will love them!

Starting to feel an excitement grow within me once again, I took a few deep breaths, trying to cool myself down before I opened the door and returned to my seat.

I walked out of the lavatory like a new woman. I felt great. I was excited. My self-confidence was up.

Walking past the bar, I decided to have a seat, and order a drink 30,000 feet in the air.

"I've never sat down at a bar in an airplane before," I said to the stewardess working the bar. "This is so cool!"

"Sure is Miss," she replied, "What can I make you?"

"I'll have a lemon drop, please!" I said filled with enthusiasm.

All the excitement I felt was just making me miss Greg more. Only 7 hours away from seeing him.

I couldn't stop thinking about him. I was so blessed to have someone like him. Someone so loving and caring. Spending the rest of my life with him was a dream come true.

"Here you are Miss," the stewardess said as she set the lovely sugar-rimmed glass in front of me.

"Thank you!" I said smiling in return.

About halfway through my drink, my row mate Mark took a seat next to me at the bar.

"Gotta love these in-flight bars..." he said as he looked me in the eyes with a soft smile.

"Yeah!" I replied giddily, "this is awesome!"

"Couldn't help but notice you looked a little pale earlier," he said sincerely, "feeling alright?"

"Oh yeah," I said, "Just tired and missing my fiance."

"Oh ok," he said nodding, "glad to hear."

"Yeah, if you can believe it, I've never been on a plane by myself," I continued, "I've always either flown with him or my family."

"Oh wow," Mark said surprised, "That is crazy. I'm on one of these things pretty much every week by myself."

"On no way!" I replied surprised, "You travel a lot for work?"

"I do." he said, "But I don't think I'll have much of a reason to travel for work much more after this week."

"Oh, that's cool," I said, happy for him. "Why's that?"

"Let's just say I inherited something, and it makes work pretty pointless now," he continued, pushing the conversation in another direction, "You meeting your fiance in London? Or...?"

"Good for you!" I replied, happy for him, "Yeah - He's picking me up."

"That's nice of him," he said, "He must be excited to see you too."

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Mark and I talked for a good hour it seemed. It was actually a nice conversation, distraction you could even say.

I told him more about Greg and how much I loved being a school teacher.

Finishing my third lemon drop, I told Mark I was feeling tired and should get some sleep.

Thanking him for the conversation, I headed back to my seat and reclined it flat.

Into a bed! How crazy is that?!

Listening to some music, I quickly fell into a deep sleep once again, continuing the dream I had before...

Greg was laying next to me on our bed back home. Our noses a hair apart while our eyes were locked on to one another.

Our lips quickly met, as our tongues danced around each other.

Greg's cock was hard between my legs and I wanted to return the favor of his earlier actions.

Slowly parting our lips, I slowly got up and crawled down the bed, between his legs.

My tongue slowly started working his shaft, before my lips encompassed his head.

A few moments later, I had his entire cock in my mouth.

Not entirely sure why, but my mouth grew tiresome quickly, bored you could even say. It was becoming an unchallenging, effortless act.

"I love it when you do that..." Greg said as I slowly started to crawl back up his body.

Smiling, with a burning pleasure still building up within me, I straddled his cock, knowing the pleasure he would still bring me. Just like he has so many times in the past.

Lowering myself onto him, his hands quickly worked their way up my body, caressing my breasts, exploring their newly enlarged size.

"I love your tits..." he said, squeezing them harder.

As I lowered myself onto his cock, the oddest sensation entered me. He slid into me far easier than he ever had before.

"Ohhh," I moaned as I took all of him. "Mmmmm..."

My tits, which were actually hanging from my chest, felt fantastic in his hands. My nipples grew harder than they ever had before.

New sensations continued to flow through me. Some great, some vexing.

For the first time, ever, I started to become aware of his size. Or lack thereof. He always made me feel so good before, but the lack of fullness within me started to bring about a new sense of irritation.

I needed more of him.

Riding him harder, two conflicting sensations continued to grow within me.

Everything felt far more sensitive, I could feel everything, every brush of his skin, every vein upon his cock, every ridge of his fingerprints. It felt better than words can describe. Yet, something was missing, something keeping me from taking me over the edge.

The more the pleasure within me grew, the more irritated I became, unable to attain a release.

Focusing deeper on his touch, his hands encompassing my breasts, my nipples felt so tender as they dug into his palms.

The lack of fullness within me continued to plague my mind.

Slowly dismantling him, I rolled onto the bed beside him. He quickly rolled over on top of me, nesting between my legs as he spread me. I could feel his cock slide back into me, now slightly deeper than before.

"Ohhh, fuck yes!" I moaned, feeling the pressure within me continuing to build, "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

His hands once again grasped my tits, squeezing them in his palm. His lips sucking my nipples, his tongue rubbing against it like sandpaper. Pleasurable yet excruciating.

Greg continued thrusting into me vigor, harder than he ever had before.

Within a few moments, his lips quickly departed my breasts as he whimpered on top of me, "I-I'm gonna cum!"

I could feel every millimeter of his cum spray into me. His warmth spread through me with an intensity I'd never felt before, yet still leaving me unreleased.

The pressure within me was building up like a forgotten pressure cooker over an open flame.

Still on top of me, his body slowly fell to my chest, as he rested upon me dozing away.

Lying beneath him, my body felt as if it was on the verge of erupting, I felt as though time had stopped.

My dream gradually faded as I slowly started to awake back on the plane.

This time, instead of being awoken by a ravenous orgasm blowing through me, I awoke to an agonizing pressure built up within me.

I was drenched in sweat, left at the edge. I felt like a damn, holding back an ocean.

It didn't even cross my mind as to what was causing this. I needed relief. And relief fast.

Grabbing my purse, I darted up to the washroom in a trembling state.

Slamming the door behind me, I stared at myself in the mirror. My hands gripped onto the counter fiercely, while my leg bounced so hard I could feel the vibrations through the counter.

Biting my lip, my breathing grew heavy. I could hear the air escape between my teeth with each breath.

Like a crackhead in withdrawal, and a fix so near, I undressed hysterically.

My nipples were as hard as stone. A raging fire burned between my legs, while a warm wetness dripped down my inner thigh.

I was never one to pleasure myself before, it was so unfamiliar to me.

My hands slowly moved up to my breast, exploring their new growth in depth. They felt so real, yet looked so fake. They were firm, jutting directly out from my chest with no hint of sag.