Complaining

“Fuck… this is going to be rough…” Jack mumbles with annoyance as he walks down the narrow aisle between countless rows of seats. The light ambiance and excitement in the air from happy couples does little to cheer him up as he glances at the numbers above to find his assigned seat near the back of the plane. “Great… not even a window seat” Jack grumbles again, as he glances at a middle-aged man relaxing besides him and peering out of the window at the airport outside. His 14 hour flight from New York to Tokyo for a business meeting was originally scheduled for a business class seat, but due to some complications, he was assigned an economy seat and a pathetic travel voucher as compensation.

Still disappointed and frustrated at his current seat, he took every opportunity to show his displeasure to the flight attendants who could do nothing but apologize. “At least get me a seat with extra legroom” Jack demands angrily to another flight attendant as she looks around at the full flight and apologizes like the others before returning to her seat for take-off. Reminding himself to give the airline a poor review, he rolls his eyes and tries to get comfortable before asking for a better seat later in the flight. “So fucking tight… and filthy here” Jack mumbles aloud as the passengers beside him start to feel uncomfortable.

After some time in the air, the smell of reheated meals wafts around the plane as the flight attendants prepare for lunch service. Receiving a tray of food, Jack doesn’t notice a small mark on his plastic bowl made by the flight attendants after some discussions about his rude behavior. “Fucking disgu--- d-delicious…” he grunts, expecting the food to be bland and overcooked, but his tastebuds instantly explode with flavors. His frustrations fade bite by bite as the mouth-watering food becomes almost addictive after scoffing down everything. The happiness is short-lived as the seat in front suddenly reclines and almost hits him in the face and reminds him of the lack of space in economy class.

“So tight… and stuffy here” Jack grumbles as he starts to feel unbearably hot despite the overhead air conditioning blasting icy cold air onto him. Shifting uncomfortably in the seat, it feels smaller than before as his hips push out into child-bearing proportions and his ass fills with fat into a round bubble butt. Unaware of the changes, Jack arches his back to stretch only for it to pop multiple times into a curvier and smaller posture. Pressing the button to call for a flight attendant, he doesn’t notice his hands crunching smaller with slender fingers and glossy nails while his biceps deflate into slim feminine arms. “C-can I p-please change seats?” Jack asks the fight attendant as sweat drips from his forehead.

“What’s wrong with your current seat?” the flight attendant asks with a sly smirk as Jack takes a while to remember the reason. Hidden under the extended tray table, he doesn’t notice his thighs rippling with fat and doubling in size until they become thicker than his head to match his wide hips and protruding ass. Jack shudders a little as his sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and sandwich his balls in between the confined space.

“It’s so tigh--- oh wait…” Jack mumbles in confusion as he raises the tray table and points at the gap between his knees and the seat in front. To his surprise, there seems to be much more space than before when his legs snapped shorter, and his feet crunched smaller with dainty toes when he was eating his lunch minutes ago. “It’s um… okay now” Jack stammers in embarrassment as his belly flattens into a toned core while his waist sucks in to create an hourglass figure against his wide hips.

“Anything else ma’am?”  the fight attendant asks with a sheepish grin as Jack frowns in confusion.

“Ma’am? I’m a gu--- aahnnn” Jack chokes as his voice cracks higher into a cute and feminine tone with a thick Japanese accent. Touching his neck, he feels his Adams apple disappear while his broad shoulders crunch narrower into a softer frame with high collarbones. Trying to clear his throat, his lips plump up with lipstick while his jawline softens and cheekbones pop higher to form a more feminine appearance. “M-My face… it’s so… dry” Jack mumbles as he touches his face and feels his knows crunch narrower into a cute button nose while his eyes widen with a distinctive slant and brown irises matching his new ethnicity. Scratching his itchy scalp, his short hair rapidly grows down to his lower back before turning light brown and silky smooth in a tight ponytail.

Jack’s eyes roll back and his head throbs from a torrent of foreign memories corrupting his mind as he tries to make sense of it all. “J-Japan meeting… meeting… family…” he mumbles with difficulty as he only remembers a childhood in Tokyo and studying abroad in America before getting to know Robert at a bar. Images of Robert sliding a ring onto Jack’s slender finger flashes in his mind as his face blushes at the faint memories of that night also becomes apparent. “Mmmphh… oh my god…” James moans softly as his dick throbs between his thick thighs. A shudder races up his spine as all his bodily hair disappears, leaving his skin smooth and sensitive with a creamy oriental hue matching hew Japanese heritage.

“W-what’s wrong Saori?” the window seat passenger asks as she glances at him and recognizes Robert sitting besides her. His manly voice makes her heart flutter every time he says her name with a concerned look in his glazed eyes as his memories twists too. Wedding rings appear around their fingers as it reminds them of the trip back to Saori’s hometown to visit her family after their wedding in New York. “Weren’t you… complaining about your seat?” Robert asks his wife as she notices the reclined seat in front of her.

“Babe… it’s actually quite spac--- mmphh… wait…” Saori mumbles as her nipples tingle and puff up while her areolas double in size. Her tender chest tingles as waves of fat move underneath and accumulate under her nipples until modest B-cups push against her shirt. Groping her breasts in her hands, they feel familiar as her slender fingers sink into her milky flesh and feel her tits expand into D-cups. “Y-Yeah… this seat is too tight…” Saori wheezes for breath as her breasts fill with more fat and balloons into E-cups within seconds. Leaning forward, she shivers with pleasure as her tits accidently presses against her lunch tray and almost tips everyone onto the floor. Blushing red in embarrassment, she feels her breasts finally swell into round and heavy F-cups hanging from her chest like udders while her deep cleavage jiggles in between. “There’s no space…” Saori complains, knowing this wouldn’t happen if she was in business class. A sheepish smile spreads across her face as she imagines the benefits of a more private seat with her husband on such a long flight.

More sexual thoughts seep into her mind as she continues to imagine the things she could be doing with Robert during the 14 hours. Briefly glancing around, most of the passengers are still eating their meals, asleep or watching shows on the screen to even notice her angelic face and huge breasts. Too horny to care about drawing attention to herself, she bites her lower lip with arousal and seductively winks at her husband as she teasingly strokes his crotch. “You naughty little slut” Robert chuckles as she slips her hand under his belt and wraps her fingers around his growing boner.

“Haah… oh my god… mmph…” Saori pants as she feels her husband’s hand touching her crotch too. Soft like clay, her throbbing cock effortlessly bends in half and slips into her crotch before leaving a tight slit in its place as fluids squirt out. Her eyes roll back with ecstasy as she feels Robert’s rough manly hands cup her balls and push them into her crotch to reform into fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout her body. “Nuughh… d-do it…” Saori whispers into her husband’s ear as she feels his fingers dig into her tight pussy lips and rub against her clitoris, making her spasm with pleasure. Suppressing a moan, she spreads her legs apart as juices drip out and her warm vaginal wall grip Robert’s fingers for more.

Overwhelmed with arousal, she vigorously pumps her hand along Robert’s throbbing cock until she can feel pre-cum oozing out. Her mouth drools hungrily as she contemplates wrapping her lips around his cock, but it’ll be too obvious in her seat. Twirling her finger around the tip of his cock, she hears him grunt as cum shoots out and soaks her hands with the salty goodness. “W-We need a reason to upgrade to business class” Saori giggles as she licks her fingers clean and smiles at her husband.

Taking a sip of Coke, Saori shudders with pleasure as her chest starts to tingle again and she calls a flight assistant to her seat. Her heart pounds faster with excitement as she feels her skin stretching from all the fat flooding into her already hefty breasts. She grimaces as her tits swells into G-cups and presses against her tray table from the lack of space. Moaning softly, she feels her breasts growing again until H-cups jiggles on her chest and rests on top of the tray for support as her deep cleavage glistens with sweat. “I need a business seat for these…” Saori smiles sheepishly as her shirt barely keeps her breasts from bursting out for everyone to see. 

To her disappointment, the flight attendant still rejects her requests to be upgraded to business class after ogling at her huge breasts in disbelief. Instead, a smirk spreads across Saori’s face as she grabs her husband’s hand and lead him to the back of the plane for more space as her pussy drips with juices.