Hell in the Skies

Now that you have a captive audience, you really cut loose. The pilots up front seem to melt and bulge before settling into their new bimbo-pilot forms. On every flight control system in the country, your flight gets re-designated as Fuck Goddess-69. Manacles and chains spring from every chair in the airliner, trapping the passengers in their seats and forcing them to watch the in-flight screens, which now change to a live feed of you raping the first class passengers.

You're doing them with an impossible cock that enters each ass and exits each mouth until dozens of helpless mortals are strung along your cock, Human Centipede style. Two of the flight attendants, with your holy glowing jizz dribbling down their legs and out of their mouths and noses, suckle at your engorged breasts.

The sounds of the screams rising up from Economy Class push you over the edge and with a groan you begin to orgasm, your enormous python cock spasming like an out-of-control fire hose, blasting the entire upper deck with cum and smashing the helpless mortals strung along your length against seats and bulkheads.

"Oooh, fuck yeah I love being God," you say in the warm haze of the afterglow.