Unknowingly Controlled Ch. 01

As my nipples rubbed against the palms of my hands, I really started to notice how much more sensitive they were.

My own touch trembled my knees.

One of my hands moved down, between my legs. I had never been so wet.

My finger slowly moved around my labia, to my clit, then slowly pushed into me. The pressure within me was unbearable. I madly entered a second finger, then again quickly followed by a third.

I couldn't stop.

I imagined Greg once again. Fucking me, here in the lavatory.

Time slowed as I focused on the pleasure building further within me.

My body flung around the lavatory in a conversely as I was finally starting to feel the resemblance of a relief.

Focusing on my thumb on my clit while three of my fingers dug into me, the valve holding me back ruptured. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, erupting from my breasts and pussy, radiating outwards to the tip of every extremity.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!" I couldn't help but lash out as I fell to the lavatory floor, quivering with every aftershock that ran through me.

Sitting on top of the clothes that were spread about the lavatory floor, I felt as though I just floated through time.

Regaining my strength, I stood back up.

As I rose, I couldn't help but notice the extra weight on my chest.

I don't know how it happened, but my breasts had ballooned once again, doubling in size once more. They jutted out from my chest, like halved cantaloupe, and at first touch nearly just as firm as one. They were massive. Maybe not to the normal large chested woman, but to me, living my life so flat chested, they were heavy and unwieldy. My nipples were the size of sugar cubes.

I noticed other subtle changes too. My thighs were thinner, stomach seemed more toned. That extra fat I wanted to shed for the wedding was gone. My legs had thinned out too. And my skin, my skin had never been so clear and soft.

I couldn't believe it. How was I going to explain something like this? How did something like this even happen?

I was still stunned about my body until the next thing hit me, "Oh shit, shit, shit," I said in a panic looking down on the ground, my clothes resting in God knows what on the ground.

My tank top was sitting on top of everything, it still looked clean enough.

My yoga pants and sweater were soaked, sponging up whatever was on the floor.

I quickly remembered the skirt I had in my purse that I was going to change into when I arrived in London. It took a moment to convince myself that I had no other option, other than just a tank top and skirt.

"Well, this sure is an interesting combination..." I whispered to myself as I dressed.

I felt so naked under my skirt, and my tank top was so tight. Never did I think I would actually be showing cleavage, let alone wearing something so thin, without a bra. I looked like a chick from a girl's gone wild video. My breasts were tight against my tank, cleavage protruding like no other, and my nipples and areolas were poking through the fabric, nearly clear as day.

Stuffing my grimy undergarments, sweater and yoga pants into my purse, I stepped back into my sandals and made my way out of the lavatory.

Thankfully the lights were still dim, no one seemed to notice me. People's eyes were either shut or glued to their screens.

Passing one of the stewardesses, I asked for an extra blanket. I was cold and had the urge to cover some of the skin I was showing.

Laying back down in the seat, my mind spun. I couldn't comprehend how any of this was possible. What was happening to me? Was I still in some kind of dream?

Taking a look at the display, I couldn't believe we were still not even halfway there.

I don't know why, but sex remained on my mind.

After a few quiet, uneventful moments, the captain came over the intercom.

"Alright ladies and gentlemen, we're going to be shutting down service for the remainder of the flight and dimming the lights. Please get some sleep folks, we want you well rested when we land in London this morning. "

I tried to close my eyes and rest, but every time I did visions of sex, of all kinds, seeped into my mind.

Just as I was getting comfortable, I heard the partition between me and my row mate Mark open.

"I think it's time we got another drink," he said flatly.

Rolling around in my bed, I looked up at him.

My mouth and body were conflicted. Softly declining, my body slowly sat up, getting up out of my seat.

I don't know why I got up. All I wanted was for this plane ride to be over with. To be in Greg's arms again. Comforted by the one I love.

With my blanket still wrapped around me, I took my first step into the aisle.

"Leave the blanket," Mark said sternly, with a smirk on his face.

Without hesitation, I dropped the blanket and tossed it onto my seat as I made my way up the aisle to the bar.

Completely confused as to what I was doing, an anxious uneasiness started to envelop me.

I felt so exposed in the open, even though everyone else in first-class seemed to be dozing away in their pods.

Walking up to the bar, the stewardess in the galley moved around behind the bar to greet us.

I was in a strange daze. It felt as though I was in a dream.

'What can I get you two?" The stewardess asked us as we took a seat at the bar.

"Two whiskeys," Mark said firmly, only to continue with a shocking statement that blew me away, "One for me, and one for the slut."

"Excuse me?" I said, quickly refuting his comment. No one had ever referred to me with such a vulgar term before. "I am no such thing!"

I wanted to get up out of my seat right then and there. But for some reason, I couldn't. I felt as if I was stripped to the stool. Unable to guide my legs in any direction.

"Come now," he said looking into my eyes at first, only to slowly move them down my body, "With tits hanging out of a top that like?"

"I can see your fuckin nip's," he said giving my left nipple a pinch between his thumb and finger. "And I bet you're wearin nothin under that skirt of yours."

I quickly glanced at the stewardess behind the bar with a fear struck face hoping she overheard what the man beside me said. She didn't even flinch. There was no way she couldn't hear us.

Quickly making up some kind of excuse, I muttered, "I-I, spilled my drink all over me and this is all I had left to wear!"

"Oh, we both that isn't true..." Mark said with a contemptuous smile.

Fear quickly started running through me, hoping that this really was just all a dream. A bad dream.

"Here you go you two," the stewardess said as she placed two glasses of whiskeys in front of us.

Grabbing my drink, holding it in my hand, I froze as Mark said, "Drink up. As soon as I'm done, your gonna fuckin suck my cock."

I was completely appalled by the words that came out of his mouth. "I - I...," I stuttered in a fury, "I would never do such a thing!"

"Oh you will," he said proudly, continuing his reasoning, "You see, I've just come across something that gives me the power to control people as I see fit."

I was shocked, afraid, scared, confused, and part of me was surprisingly a little turned on. Confusion and disbelief scrolled across my face.

"I see you need a demonstration," he said after taking a sip of his whiskey.

Gaining the attention of the stewardess in the galley, he waved her back to the bar. Looking at her dead in the eyes, he bluntly said, "Take your shirt and bra off for me, now."

A blank stare quickly came across her face. You could tell her mind was still processing his words while her body was quickly complying with his wishes.

Her top quickly came off, with her bra following shortly thereafter.

Standing behind the bar, frozen, she stood there completely topless. She was decent looking for her age, her breasts slightly larger than mine were before their growth. She was maybe 30, long brown hair, with gorgeous eyes.

"Now - listen carefully," Mark continued, "go lock yourself into the lavatory. I want you to masturbate as your life depends on it, but you will not be able to cum until you hear the captain's voice, prepare the cabin for landing."

It was him, he's the one that has been doing this to me, I thought, fear striking through my mind.

"Go now," he said.

The stewardess quickly left, rushing to the lavatory.

"Oh, look what she forgot..." Mark said as a smug chuckle escaped him, "Was in such a hurry she forgot her top..."

He was atrocious. I didn't know what to say. I was petrified.

"Y-you did this to me?" I said looking down at my transformed body, petrified. Petrified of what he was planning next.

"I did," he said with a grin. "I know you like them."

"W-why are you telling me this?" I said grasping for words.

"I want you to know," he said, "I want you to know there is nothing you can do about it."

"W-w-what are you going to do to me?" I said, shaking.

"Anything I fucking want," he said sternly. "Any more questions? I got one sip left..."

"What would you do this to me? Why make me aware? Why not just make me compliment?" I said in a frenzy, knowing what was coming next and wishing I was anywhere but here.

"Because," he said softly, only to pause before taking the last bit of whiskey left in the glass, "where's the fun in that?"

My breathing stopped. If this really was a dream, I was ready to wake up. Now.

"Come," Mark said getting up off the barstool, "Follow me."

The invisible restraints that were holding me down to the stool broke free as I got up. My mind wanted to run in the other direction, but my body would not disobey his orders.

I felt as though I was trapped in a raging current, trying to make my way upstream.

He took hold of my hand, pulling me past the bar into the galley, out of sight from the rest of the passengers on the plane.

Standing there, with him behind me, feeling his body press against the back of mine, I felt his arms wrap around my waist. His hands moved under my shirt, working their way up to my breasts, grasping my tits in his palms.

I just stood there. I couldn't distinguish whether he was controlling me to do so, or if I was just too scared to move.

His touch was electrifying.

Quickly lifting my tank top over my head, he tossed it to the ground. I could feel his lips lightly peck along the back of my neck to the edge of my shoulders as his hands worked their way down to my breasts once again, squeezing them.

"Fuck," he whispered in my ear between the soft pecks along my neck, "You have great fucking tits..."

I still couldn't believe they were attached to me. They were mine. They looked so real, yet stood out from my chest impossibly so. Defying all natural logic.

His subtle pecks along my neck were intoxicating.

His hands grasping my breasts with passion sent chills of trepidation flowing through me.

Starting to feel that familiar pressure building up within me once again, one of his hands slowly departed one of my mounds, working its way down my abdomen and under my skirt.

His hand was quickly met with my wetness as his hand traveled further between my legs.

His touch was exhilarating. I could feel a bulge grow behind me, pressing into my ass.

As his finger brushed against my folders, past my labia, and across my clit, sub-zero chills shot down my spine.

My rational brain was caught in a loop. Was he making me feel this good? Or was this just natural? A natural feeling I had never felt before. Was I really wanting this to continue? Or was it he, commanding it to happen?

I was confused and frightened, yet it felt so sensational. So amazing in fact, my mind started to form a haze. Moving its focus to the pleasure that was bombarding me.

His lips once again moved towards my ear, nibbling the edge just before he whispered, "Time for you to get to work."

His hand slowly traveled up to my shoulders, nudging me down to the ground, to my knees.

It was odd for me to be on my knees. To tell the truth, I had never once sucked Greg off on my knees, with him standing in front of me. I never allowed it. I always felt it was far too demeaning.

But here I was, slowly undoing Mark's belt, on my knees, unzipping his pants. I felt ashamed.

Ashamed I was on my knees before him.

Ashamed of what I was about to do.

Ashamed I couldn't stop myself from cheating.

Ashamed I was getting excited with what was about to happen.

Pulling out Mark's cock, I was shocked by his size. His cock wasn't quite hard yet, but he was still larger than Greg's, even at his finest moments.

Was I truly getting excited? Or was he making me become excited?

Holding his cock in my hands, I slowly moved my mouth closer to the tip.

Closing my eyes, my lips slowly expanded, wrapping around the head of his cock as both of my hands gripped his hardening shaft.

His hands moved behind my head, fingers combing through my hair.

I could feel him growing, expanding my lips around him.

I worked my tongue along the underside of his cock as I took more of him, deeper into my mouth.

His skin was so warm. He was much larger than Greg, I was having a hard time keeping my mouth open so wide for so long.

"Look up at me," Mard said demanding as he moved my head back slightly, "Open your eyes and look at me while you suck my cock."

Opening my eyes, seeing his large cock in front of me, something so foreign, surprised me. I was completely unaware of how tremendously large it had grown in the last few minutes. He was nearly as long as my forearm, and almost just as round.

Taking more of him into my mouth once again, I looked up at him. His hands pulled the back of my head further onto him, making me nearly choke.

My hands quickly pressed against his legs, trying to push myself away. At least away enough to gasp for air.

The more I struggled and pushed, the more he pushed back. I could feel his cock slam against the back of my throat, crushing my tonsils and blocking my airway.

I couldn't breathe.

My body started to struggle for air. I tried to close my eyes, make everything around me fade away, but I couldn't.

I felt degraded. Humiliated. I never thought I would be treated in such a way. I wanted to leave, yet I couldn't muster the strength to go against his will.

Just as my vision on Mark looking down at me started to fade, he slowly pulled my head back, off his cock.

I watched as a stream of slime and spit left my mouth still attached to his cock. I couldn't help but cough and gasp for air.

The cycle repeated, over and over, until finally, I gave in. Hiding in a place I created in my mind. Away from him. Away from everything that was happening.

I feared I was going to start actually enjoying what was happening to me. My loss of control took me to a place I never imagined. I was scared. Petrified of what he was going to do to me next. Yet my body wouldn't negotiate with my mind, my body was on its own path, craving more.

I was wet, beyond belief. I could feel the river flowing between my legs. My nipples ached, as they were hard as stone, I could even the subtle air moving about galley against them.

Pulling me up off the ground, he pressed my back against his chest, his cock pressing against my spine.

His arm wrapped around my neck in a hold as his other hand worked its way up from my thigh, traveling between my leg, progressing past my abdomen, and finally stopping, grasping my overly sensitive breast.

The intensity of his hand grasping my breast, sent a roar of an exhale through me.

Left with empty lungs, I slowly started inhaling a trembling breath of air.

His touch almost burned.

"You ready for more?" he whispered into my ear.

His cock slowly slid further down my spine, sliding between my cheeks.

My legs quivered beneath me. I wouldn't have been able to continue standing if he wasn't holding me tightly against him.

His cock slid further between my cheeks, pressing between my warm, nearly flooded, folds.

My mind was screaming, yet my body was trembling, awaiting the intruder and what pleasure it would bring.

I was helpless. I was unable to do anything, other than close my eyes.

That's when I felt it. His cock pushed between my lips, spreading them as he worked his way into me. The feeling was electrifying.

Within seconds I felt the head of his cock press into me, spreading me further apart than I could have imagined.

At first, it burned as he stretched me open, but the burning sensation quickly passed as it was replaced with pleasure like nothing I've ever felt before.

Before I could even release a whimper of pleasure that was filling me, I pushed himself further into me, sending a numbing sensation through my legs, turning them into nothing but Jell-O.

Battling with myself, trying not to expel a whimper of pleasure, I couldn't resist.

I nearly screamed.

I felt like an extra small glove being forced, nearly ripped, open by a hand far larger than it could contain.

"You like that, don't you?" He whispered in my ear, as he slowly continued thrusting into me. "You like being fucked by my cock, don't you?"

I could barely comprehend what he said, as dozens of conflicting feelings threw through me.

I had never felt so full. I never felt so much pleasure at once. Never had I been forced or controlled in any way. My body was winning the battle over my mind. I just knew if I gave in, and really focused on what I was feeling, I would be lost to it.

Mark gained speed, thrusting into me further, as an overcoming feeling of fullness overwhelmed me. Every nerve within me was on overdrive.

Within a matter of seconds, Mark had pushed me up against the galley counter. As I grasped the edge, holding myself in place, his cock continued, pushing into me even further than before.

At that very point, I let out an ear-piercing squawk, "Fuuuuuuuck!" Under any normal circumstance, my yell would have woken the dead. It reverbed through the flying metal cylinder.

Any barrier I was still trying to keep in place crumbled at that moment. I lost any and all control.

"Fuck YES!!" I yelled with a more subtle tone.

Mark's hands moved down my body, grasping my waist.

I was completely bent over now, the feeling of my tits flapping beneath me was so new and only added to my state of pleasure.

I could feel an immense pressure building within me, with each thrust into me it grew 10 fold.

I was wound up, like a spring compressed into nearly a solid mass.

"F-F-Fuuuck yes!" I roared out, "Fuck me! Y-Yesss!"

My focus was completely on the here and now.

"I knew... you'd come... around... to it..." he said between thrusts, "Tell me... how bad... you want it."

"Fuck! I want it!" I moaned out in torment, "I need it! Don't stop! Fuck me!"

I was close to an eruption comparable to Mt. Saint Helens.

"Fuck! No! Don't Stop!" I yelled in agony. "Please!"

"Turn the fuck around," he said testing me, "Get the fuck down, and suck me off like you fucking mean it this time."

I fell to the ground. My legs wouldn't support me. My entire body was shaking. I couldn't think straight. I could barely comprehend what was happening.

All I knew is that I needed more. I would do anything for more.

I wanted him. I needed him. More than anything.

I quickly took as much of him into my mouth as I could. My tongue swirled around his shaft as my hands grasped its thick root.

I had more than half of him in my mouth, my determination quickly overpowered what gag reflex remained.

Losing myself, completely enthralled with his cock, I lost a complete sense of time. I didn't care how long I'd have to suck him off until he'd pick me up off the ground and fuck me once again.