(~BBW, ~Sex, ~XWG)- special cakes create astonishing inflight entertainment
[Author's Note: I like the movie "snakes on a plane" so I decided to mix it up a bit. Passengers, please fasten your seat belts.]
Prologue
The cheerleading squads and the model's class from Haperton University in Virginia needed to get to Los Angeles to get to the female cheerleading and fashion competition of the year. Luckily for them, their classmates sported two fully trained pilots, Charles and John, and a small crew of staff to support the plane that Charles' uncle had, a Boeing 745 called "The Explorer!"
Little did they know what they were letting themselves in for.
Take off
"Cameras."
"Check."
"Canisters of the 'special stuff.'"
"Check."
"Two reporters on stand by." Charles cupped his hand to his earpiece
"Here!" said Ted, the 'special stuff' supplier, frantically.
"Yeah, here, whatever, "said Cat, the standby safety officer, in a monotone. Charles rolled his eyes; Cat was being difficult, again.
"Cakes!"
"Six boxes of plus, three of minus," said John. "Remember, Frank is going to give us the other three at the other end."
"Yeah, but we would only need a single box if you guys hadn't been so bloody minded to get the best ratings!" said Sid, the luggage manager. "Thank goodness that it's a Boeing, with what you're planning to do, along with all the luggage those girls carry, I'd be surprised if we don't plow our way to L.A."
"Calm down, Sid," Charles replied. "We need the ratings to get the money, this is costing an arm and a leg here!"
"Thank you for being so insensitive," Sid said, coolly, pointing to his prosthetic arm and leg.
Charles bit his finger in embarrassment, flushing bright scarlet, and turned back to the checklist. "Okay, everything is finished, runway's clear."
He switched on the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts, Cabin crew, prepare for take off!"
They took off; it was bumpier than Charles would have liked it, asking Sid to check to be sure the 'special stuff' wasn't damaged in any way wasn't a bad idea. He sat back once they were in the air, switching over to autopilot, thanking his uncle for being one of those few people who had customized their planes to have autopilot, allowing them to get on with their plans. He looked around his motley crew of fellow conspirators. John, co-pilot and informer to the press; Sid, chief mechanic of both luggage and their little get up; Jessica, chief of staff and computers expert; Elly, chief of the science field; and himself, mastermind and pilot.
All of them were FAs. Everyone of the cabin crew, including their two members in the passengers, was an enormous fat admirer; he, Ted and Elly were into watching other people gain as well. However, this operation wasn't just for their own enjoyment, although everyone in on it felt it should be just as much. A man called Frank had offered them a huge cash sum rounding to about $25,000,000 to provide him with high quality BBW porn for his site. He didn't exactly specify what, but after seeing the plan, Frank had set his eyes on their little project.
The motley crew held influential positions throughout the school, Charles himself part of the jazz band, baseball team, and arts class, and so the message quickly got to the respective groups about their suggestion. The trap was placed, the preparations set, all that was needed now was to set it all into motion. Charles nodded to Jessica.
"Ready," he said. "Remember, place a cake on each chair's drop-down table, they look appetizing, and by the sounds of it, they've all skipped breakfast to slim down."
"Okay," Jessica replied, getting up, putting her blonde hair back into a bun, smoothing her air hostess uniform down, and smiling a sickly sweet smile. She grabbed the trolley, pairing it with Georgina, and walked out, placing a cake on each and every one of the passenger's tables. Charles placed his finger on his earpiece.
"You guys did eat a good breakfast, didn't you?"
"Yes!," said Ted.
"Fry up! Pancakes," came Cat's bored voice.
"Why did Cat have to be a goth?" Charles asked John.
"I can hear you!" Charles switched off his earpiece.
"You are a clumsy fool, aren't you?" replied John. "Switching on cameras."
One-quarter into the flight
"So, look at the news recently?"
"China's getting its ass kicked, and deservedly so!"said John. "Maybe it will stop trying to screw us over!"
"With the elections coming soon, it's difficult to see who would win," muttered Charles. "We were in the popularity vote, I voted for McCain, Same as Sid, Jess voted for Clinton, and you voted for Obama..."
"No, I didn't, I voted for Clinton," John said coolly.
"Sorry," Charles quickly apologized. "It's just, I'd assume you would, being..."
"Black and all?"
"Yeah."
Jessica came back.
"All the tables have cakes," she said. "I don't really see what that's going to do, it's only one cake, not going to make much of a dent..."
"Jessica, what are you eating?"John asked, very wearily.
"One of the leftover cakes from box 1. It was left, I thought it might as well not go to waste."
"Put it down, slowly, Jessica, and maybe the after-effect won't be so bad."
"Why?" said Jessica, slightly scared, taking the last bite.
She hiccuped. Her stomach gave a gurgle and then bulged out, slightly. Her overall slim figure was beginning to flesh out, slightly softer. Her boobs were getting bigger and bigger, her hips pushing out more, her belly growing larger and larger, her face growing rounder and rounder. She looked down with a mixture of awe and pleasure, poking and prodding all the growing parts with her fattening fingers. She looked at the two guys, who had hands over mouth in an "Oh no" gesture. Her cleavage on her air hostess uniform was getting deeper and deeper; Charles felt himself stagger as his trouser became encumbered by a stone pillar of an erection. Finally it stopped
Jessica jumped up and down for joy. "I'm fat, I'm fat! Oh, yeah, I'm really, really fat!"
"Okay, we get it!" said Charles. "I was worried that eating the cake differently would have a different effect, Elly designed them to be consumed whole."
"The Cake contained a drug that I developed called 'Gluttonious'" came Elly's voice, followed by Elly herself, in air hostess uniform, leaning against the door frame. "It reacts with estrogen to form fat cells. The cakes remaining "super sugar," supplied by our friend Frank, finishes the desired effect. Eating it in another way won't change a thing. Judging by Jess's size, I think she gained the average for the cake, 200 pounds, give or take a few ounces."
"I'm just glad we spent out enough on those expandable uniforms in case one of us ate a cake," said Jessica. "So, guys, doncha think I'm sexy!"
"No doubt!" said Charles. "When we get this kite down, I am going to give you a night to remember. I am going to bang you so hard we will be climbing the wall! I'm going to..."
"Check on the passengers!" John snapped Charles back to reality. "If Jessica's transformation has only just happened, then think about what's on the other side of that curtain!"
The four sneaked up to the curtain; Sid was busy making a coffee. "I saw it myself, and it looks pretty good!"
The four stole a peek behind the curtain, quickly, all together. They stood in absolute awe of their creation, then quickly ducked back, trying to calm their horniness down before they could carry on the operation.
[Author's Note: I like the movie "snakes on a plane" so I decided to mix it up a bit. Passengers, please fasten your seat belts.]
Cakes on a Plane!
by Irish Bard
by Irish Bard
Prologue
The cheerleading squads and the model's class from Haperton University in Virginia needed to get to Los Angeles to get to the female cheerleading and fashion competition of the year. Luckily for them, their classmates sported two fully trained pilots, Charles and John, and a small crew of staff to support the plane that Charles' uncle had, a Boeing 745 called "The Explorer!"
Little did they know what they were letting themselves in for.
Take off
"Cameras."
"Check."
"Canisters of the 'special stuff.'"
"Check."
"Two reporters on stand by." Charles cupped his hand to his earpiece
"Here!" said Ted, the 'special stuff' supplier, frantically.
"Yeah, here, whatever, "said Cat, the standby safety officer, in a monotone. Charles rolled his eyes; Cat was being difficult, again.
"Cakes!"
"Six boxes of plus, three of minus," said John. "Remember, Frank is going to give us the other three at the other end."
"Yeah, but we would only need a single box if you guys hadn't been so bloody minded to get the best ratings!" said Sid, the luggage manager. "Thank goodness that it's a Boeing, with what you're planning to do, along with all the luggage those girls carry, I'd be surprised if we don't plow our way to L.A."
"Calm down, Sid," Charles replied. "We need the ratings to get the money, this is costing an arm and a leg here!"
"Thank you for being so insensitive," Sid said, coolly, pointing to his prosthetic arm and leg.
Charles bit his finger in embarrassment, flushing bright scarlet, and turned back to the checklist. "Okay, everything is finished, runway's clear."
He switched on the intercom. "Ladies and gentlemen, please fasten your seat belts, Cabin crew, prepare for take off!"
They took off; it was bumpier than Charles would have liked it, asking Sid to check to be sure the 'special stuff' wasn't damaged in any way wasn't a bad idea. He sat back once they were in the air, switching over to autopilot, thanking his uncle for being one of those few people who had customized their planes to have autopilot, allowing them to get on with their plans. He looked around his motley crew of fellow conspirators. John, co-pilot and informer to the press; Sid, chief mechanic of both luggage and their little get up; Jessica, chief of staff and computers expert; Elly, chief of the science field; and himself, mastermind and pilot.
All of them were FAs. Everyone of the cabin crew, including their two members in the passengers, was an enormous fat admirer; he, Ted and Elly were into watching other people gain as well. However, this operation wasn't just for their own enjoyment, although everyone in on it felt it should be just as much. A man called Frank had offered them a huge cash sum rounding to about $25,000,000 to provide him with high quality BBW porn for his site. He didn't exactly specify what, but after seeing the plan, Frank had set his eyes on their little project.
The motley crew held influential positions throughout the school, Charles himself part of the jazz band, baseball team, and arts class, and so the message quickly got to the respective groups about their suggestion. The trap was placed, the preparations set, all that was needed now was to set it all into motion. Charles nodded to Jessica.
"Ready," he said. "Remember, place a cake on each chair's drop-down table, they look appetizing, and by the sounds of it, they've all skipped breakfast to slim down."
"Okay," Jessica replied, getting up, putting her blonde hair back into a bun, smoothing her air hostess uniform down, and smiling a sickly sweet smile. She grabbed the trolley, pairing it with Georgina, and walked out, placing a cake on each and every one of the passenger's tables. Charles placed his finger on his earpiece.
"You guys did eat a good breakfast, didn't you?"
"Yes!," said Ted.
"Fry up! Pancakes," came Cat's bored voice.
"Why did Cat have to be a goth?" Charles asked John.
"I can hear you!" Charles switched off his earpiece.
"You are a clumsy fool, aren't you?" replied John. "Switching on cameras."
One-quarter into the flight
"So, look at the news recently?"
"China's getting its ass kicked, and deservedly so!"said John. "Maybe it will stop trying to screw us over!"
"With the elections coming soon, it's difficult to see who would win," muttered Charles. "We were in the popularity vote, I voted for McCain, Same as Sid, Jess voted for Clinton, and you voted for Obama..."
"No, I didn't, I voted for Clinton," John said coolly.
"Sorry," Charles quickly apologized. "It's just, I'd assume you would, being..."
"Black and all?"
"Yeah."
Jessica came back.
"All the tables have cakes," she said. "I don't really see what that's going to do, it's only one cake, not going to make much of a dent..."
"Jessica, what are you eating?"John asked, very wearily.
"One of the leftover cakes from box 1. It was left, I thought it might as well not go to waste."
"Put it down, slowly, Jessica, and maybe the after-effect won't be so bad."
"Why?" said Jessica, slightly scared, taking the last bite.
She hiccuped. Her stomach gave a gurgle and then bulged out, slightly. Her overall slim figure was beginning to flesh out, slightly softer. Her boobs were getting bigger and bigger, her hips pushing out more, her belly growing larger and larger, her face growing rounder and rounder. She looked down with a mixture of awe and pleasure, poking and prodding all the growing parts with her fattening fingers. She looked at the two guys, who had hands over mouth in an "Oh no" gesture. Her cleavage on her air hostess uniform was getting deeper and deeper; Charles felt himself stagger as his trouser became encumbered by a stone pillar of an erection. Finally it stopped
Jessica jumped up and down for joy. "I'm fat, I'm fat! Oh, yeah, I'm really, really fat!"
"Okay, we get it!" said Charles. "I was worried that eating the cake differently would have a different effect, Elly designed them to be consumed whole."
"The Cake contained a drug that I developed called 'Gluttonious'" came Elly's voice, followed by Elly herself, in air hostess uniform, leaning against the door frame. "It reacts with estrogen to form fat cells. The cakes remaining "super sugar," supplied by our friend Frank, finishes the desired effect. Eating it in another way won't change a thing. Judging by Jess's size, I think she gained the average for the cake, 200 pounds, give or take a few ounces."
"I'm just glad we spent out enough on those expandable uniforms in case one of us ate a cake," said Jessica. "So, guys, doncha think I'm sexy!"
"No doubt!" said Charles. "When we get this kite down, I am going to give you a night to remember. I am going to bang you so hard we will be climbing the wall! I'm going to..."
"Check on the passengers!" John snapped Charles back to reality. "If Jessica's transformation has only just happened, then think about what's on the other side of that curtain!"
The four sneaked up to the curtain; Sid was busy making a coffee. "I saw it myself, and it looks pretty good!"
The four stole a peek behind the curtain, quickly, all together. They stood in absolute awe of their creation, then quickly ducked back, trying to calm their horniness down before they could carry on the operation.
