An Alpha leaves the OZ, hurtling towards an unsuspecting family

"Uuungh... That's better," Jason groans, reclining in his seat. "Thank you so much, miss."

The stewardess kneeling between his legs grunts a reply, but it's muffled by his thick shaft: even in first class, the rows aren't far enough apart to let her move around freely down there. The problem is made worse by the fact that Jason's cock has doubled in length since he left home. Well over a foot long, it leaves a distinct bulge in the poor woman's throat as she takes it to the base.

"...Glgh..." Female flight attendants are among the most skilled professional cocksuckers in America, and this particular blonde is no exception--But Jason's huge, pulsing meat is giving her a run for her money. Spit and pre-cum trickles from her distended lips, and her eyelids flutter as she struggles to breathe.

Meanwhile, Jason is getting a bit worried. I made a mistake, he thinks, picturing the row of medications back on his desk. Did I forget about an interaction? Maybe something to do with the experimental pheromones? Naivitol Supergullible, plus the... Oh, shit. The SpermiZan Omega. How much did I take, again?

He whips out his phone, doing a quick search to double-check the dosing numbers--And his eyes grow wide as he realizes just how badly he's blundered.

"Oh shit," he mutters, before reaching down to feel his testicles. They're red-hot, visibly churning, and... Bigger. Bigger than they where when he sat down, less than half an hour ago. "Sorry, miss, but I'm going to need you to stay right where you are for the whole flight," he says, quickly regaining his composure. "I'll let your team know. Apologies in advance."

With some difficulty, the young man slides his jeans to his ankles--If his calculations are correct, they won't be very comfortable by the time they land. Good thing I brought sweatpants.

As for the stewardess sucking him off, she actually seems to be in less distress as time goes by. She's still **** on the inhumanly-large shaft penetrating her throat, but each gulp and gasp sends a shiver of pleasure through her body. Something about the smell... The taste... The trickle of pre-cum sliding down her gullet is like ambrosia. Gazing up at Jason's preoccupied face, she realizes he's the most beautiful boy she's ever seen.

"...Mmmgh..."

At the same as Jason's crisis, a small family argument is unfolding in Lakeville.

"It's just for the summer, Todd." Patricia Greene gives her son an exhasperated look. The 41-year-old brunette woman is large, in every sense of the word: tall and heavyset, her large breasts and wide hips strain against a dress that would probably look modest on a more average body.

"Yeah but, like..." Across the table, Todd Greene scoffs. "We just got rid of Alan, and now you're telling me I'm still gonna have some brat in the next room?" Todd is a tall, lanky young man, squinting at his mom from behind a pair of designer glasses. He has quite the well-developed fashion sense for a 23-year-old... And since he holds down a respectable tech job while living with his parents, he has plenty of disposable income to spend on clothes.

His sister Brook is far less interested in the conversation: at 19, it's no wonder that the petite blonde is more focused on her phone than her family's pointless bickering. The only reason she's still in the room is to wait for the coffee her father's making.

Like his daughter, William Greene isn't paying much attention to Todd's whining or Patricia's attempts to placate him. He's not thrilled about some strange boy coming to live with them either, but it's a small price to pay: Alan's off looking at colleges, finally coming out of his shell a little! His only regret is that he couldn't join his son on the coming-of-age trip.

"Listen to your mother, Todd," he says distractedly, handing Brook a cup of coffee before pouring his own. "Your brother says that Jason's a very respectful young man. I'm sure he won't give us any trouble."

"Speaking of which..." Patricia glances at her watch, then her husband. "It's almost eleven, dear. You'd better get to the airport."

"Mmm. I still don't see why he can't take a taxi," William grumbles half-heartedly, but he downs his coffee and reaches for his coat.

"Ooh, hey, can I drive?" For the first time that morning, Brook doesn't look bored. "I need more practice. I wanna do my exam in the next couple weeks."

"Sure, hon. Hurry up!"

With that the father/daughter duo head out to William's SUV, leaving Todd to continue griping to his mother:

"Ugh, another person to share the Ford with," he says, pushing his chair back.

"If that's such a problem, you could always buy your own car," Patricia replies, her tone level. She's used to her son's anxious manner, and doesn't let it affect her much.

"Point taken," Todd replies, turning to leave. "I'm gonna get some work done. Call me when it's lunch?"

"Sure, sure. But you should probably say hi to Jason when he--" She stops short when she realizes that her son is already out of earshot. Rolling her eyes, Patricia stands up and heads for the living room, ready to take advantage of the peace and quiet by watching some TV.