The Contagion goes airborne

Though she couldn't deny a lot of things had changed in the past few hours, the only thing Magdalene found herself put out by was the fact that it was a bit harder to get through doors with her new chest. An acceptable trade off for being free from the stresses of life and being sexy as fuck, the second of which she knew was true thanks to all the looks she got as she walked through the airport. The drive to get there hadn't been fun, given the time it took to navigate through a city where sex on the street was perfectly acceptable, but she had made it and her driver had been rewarded for his efforts.

Now she just had to make her flight back home, a task that normally would have been effortless. Some parts still were, like getting through customs. One bat of her lashes and a bounce of her chest had the man behind the counter operating at double time. Looking around, she couldn't tell which side of things he stood on. The airport had been largely spared the influence of the Contagion so far. Unsurprisingly, those effected were more interested in fucking each other than they were in traveling and had somehow been entirely contained outside. Those that wanted to get out of dodge had mostly already fled through other avenues, so those remaining were either confident in avoiding infection or didn't care.

Walking towards her gate was what really took up her time. It seemed like everyone she passed was tempting her in one way or another and only some of it was imagined. The swaying of passing hips or a shift of clothes from a stretch were all pretty easily moved on from, but seeing one woman sitting at a coffee bar had her feet rooted to the floor.

Already very well endowed, the curvy brunette was striking even without her long nails, her thin, dark shirt over a white bra, and her sultry look. Posed against the low counter and making some serious eyes at her, Magdalene wondered if she wasn't already infected. She was just about to go over and find out for herself when the sexy thick barista behind the counter visibly shook and let out a quiet moan, all her abundant flesh, just barely hidden by her apron and nothing else, jiggling. A second later, a very frothy drink was on the table in front of the brunette and the blonde barista was watching her customer like she was entranced.

The question of what made the drink special was answered as soon as the brunette lifted it to her lips with an excited smile and began gulping the entire thing down. The barista quivered again, now undoubtedly cumming while her already hot customer swallowed what could only be a drink laced with a heavy dose of Infected fem cum. It was hot, watching someone do the exact same thing she had done to herself and drink herself into sexy damnation. And she was sexy, her clothes struggling to contain tits that ballooned out in a way that made her own giant pair ache in sympathy. The transformation was enrapturing and the horny, Contagion-burned part of her brain screamed at her to go bury her face in those pillows, but the portion that demanded she obey her king compelled her feet to move and take her towards her plane.

Her second close call was with what seemed to be a freshly infected bimbo, if the blonde's slutty body, overflowing tits, swollen lips, straight hair, and empty eyes were any indication. Magdalene approached cautiously, not wanting to spook the woman. "Hey, are you okay?"

"You...I'm...okay?" she said dazedly, more interested in the bouncing of Magdalene's tits than her words. "I'm...okay, yea, I'm...itchy? Like, inside itchy?"

"You're horny," Magdalene stated, all too familiar with what the blonde dummy was describing. She felt it near constantly herself, after all.

"Oh, you're totally right! How'd you know?!"

"I am too," she said, then shook herself as she realized she'd just publicly and openly stated that she could use some attention like it was nothing.

"OH! We should totes help each other out then! You scratch my pussy and I scratch yours!"

Magdalene would have rolled her eyes at how ridiculous the bimbo sounded if her offer wasn't so damn attractive. Looking at her, the brunette couldn't help but wonder what her puffed up lips would feel against either of her sets. Damn good, she bet. In fact, the slut was already leaning forward with lidded eyes when Magdalene came back to herself and immediately pulled away, stammering some excuse as she backed off and hurried away, leaving the bimbo just as confused as she had been before. Until a nice man came up to her and offered to help.

Meanwhile, the diplomat arrived at the gate where her plane was waiting. Standing there waiting at the gate was a single attendant with long black hair and a vaguely impatient look on her face. "They're ready for takeoff whenever you are, ma'am," she said with barely veiled annoyance towards the slightly late brunette.

'What a bitch,' Magdalene thought. 'She ought to get fucked, loosen up a little.' The presence of the thought startled her, but it was also super hot. Imagining the uptight cunt getting the stick pulled out of her ass and getting it replaced with a big dick was so supremely enticing that she started drifting closer without even realizing it.

"Can I help you with something, ma'am?" she asked with a hint of snootiness. Her features were accented perfectly by her makeup and she seemed the type to settle for nothing but absolute perfection. Probably why she couldn't get any, Magdalene considered.

"When's the last time you got laid?" she asked, once again thrown off by her own forwardness. The attendant was as well, taking an involuntary step back and realizing she had nowhere to go.

"E-excus-se me?!" she stammered, fear appearing in her eyes. Magdalene knew it was because of her slow approach and Infected nature, but also liked to think it was because someone had called her on her stuck-up attitude. Proud bitches like her deserved to be taken down a peg, not to mention pushed to their knees and fucked. This one was on her way towards that, slowly sliding down the wall her back was pressed against to escape. The diplomat just followed her inch for inch, gradually dominating the other woman's vision with a ludicrous amount of titflesh.

"You're so stuck up, real resting bitch face and just a bitch in general. You ought to get fucked and loosen up. I can help with that," she cooed, her breath puffing against the attendant's done up face. She wondered if it smelled like spunk or if there was some other reason the woman's eyes were fluttering with desire. "We'd have so much fun..."

"FINAL BOARDING CALL FOR FLIGHT 392. ALL PASSENGERS OF FLIGHT 392 PLEASE GO TO THE GATE." The slightly garbled voice over the intercom reminded Magdalene that she didn't have time to waste. The voice wasn't calling for her flight, but there was still a timetable to keep to ensure the plane left on time and she had to keep it.

"Sorry to cut this short, but like you said, they're waiting. You be sure to find someone to fuck you up though. You'll have a lot more fun." The brunette woman quickly turned away and walked down the small tunnel to the plane, leaving the attendant out of breath and with a **** need to find a massive pair of tits to be suffocated in.

The airplane Magdalene stepped onto was small, private, and well furnished, fit to be owned by the businessman who had stepped forward and offered its use. From what Magdalene knew of him, he was rich, proud, and spoiled his daughter endlessly. So when daddy's little girl asked to be able to see the Contagion for real, he'd offered to use his personal craft to transport a representative, so long as his daughter, Faelin, could come along. On the way to Othrys, Magdalene had been concerned the young woman was going to go get herself infected in a fit of rebellion, despite the girl's denial. Now, the brunette fervently hoped the late teen had managed to stay Pure so she could have her all to herself.

And that went without mentioning the three members of the crew, the first of which she saw as soon as she entered the plane. "Ah, Miss Magdalene, you're...back..." the handsome pilot said, trailing off once he realized exactly what he was dealing with. The diplomat had the urge to jump him as soon as she saw him, but restrained herself for the moment.

"Yes, thank you for your patience, Captain. I'll just have a seat and we can get underway," she said cheerfully feigning being oblivious to the man's discomfort. He wouldn't be complaining later. She squeezed past him to the seats, only pressing her massive tits against him a little. He was quick to disappear into the cockpit, hopefully hiding a significant boner.

The other two members of the crew were the two black-haired stewardesses, named Tania and Kori. The two women were pretty but unassuming, and Magdalene wanted to change one of those. In flight entertainment was important, after all. Kori, by virtue of being right there and not paying attention, was first and swiftly taken care of. The young woman was quickly spun around and had whatever protest she was about to shout stifled by a silencing finger on her lips. "Shhh, everything's going to be fine. Enjoy this," Magdalene whispered sultrily before laying a gentle kiss on her finger and Kori's lips. She fully pulled away before she saw the realization appear on the woman's face. The well-dressed woman visibly floundered, completely unsure of what to do before being **** to sit as the plane began to move.

Magdalene took her seat as well, right next to Faelin, who had been looking out the window until that point. She watched a few minutes longer, peering towards a pair of silhouettes shifting by a side door until they were out of sight, before turning with a question.

"So how was i-oh." The young heiress stopped short when confronted with the eye-catching alure of the diplomat's massively enlarged chest. There was no question that the serious and nervous woman she had shared the flight to Othrys with had been twisted into a ravishing endorsement of why policy should be discussed behind closed doors. Externally, Faelin remained calm, but subtly inched away from the Infected woman's slightly wider hips. "I see you got infected."

"Did it myself actually. I can honestly tell you it was the best decision ever and I haven't even had proper sex yet."

"You...to yourself?" The younger woman could barely believe someone would do such a thing and nervously fiddled with her own dark brown locks. She confessed to wanting to see the Contagion up close, but she was thinking of having multiple layers of glass between her and them, not a single leather armrest.

"To myself. He offered and I accepted, and I don't regret it at all. You'll see soon." Magdalene didn't elaborate further, instead indicating towards Kori sitting in her seat with visible discomfort. The pretty stewardess was wincing and squirming, not to mention breathing deeply and trying to hold back gasps. Faelin didn't wonder what was wrong with her, only how long it would take and what she would become. Until then, all she could do was watch.

The answer to the first question turned out to be 'a while'. They had already reached cruising altitude before Kori let out a louder gasp that couldn't be stifled and visibly shook with what could only be an extremely powerful orgasm. Noticeable changes began right after, the most conspicuous being the swelling of her chest in her blue uniform. A more free gasp escaped smoother lips, thick eyelashes fluttered over crystal clear eyes while her hands gripped her armrests instead of being distracted elsewhere. A ripple went through her hair, turning it into a luxurious sheet. Little moans leapt from her throat while a constant cascade of pleasure made her chest swell more rapidly. Her hands fought her control, feverishly wanting to go to her chest, until her **** desire and the constricting **** on her chest **** her fingers to jump to her zipper. She just barely got it down over the constrained swell and the packed flesh did the rest. Milky pale breast meat practically overflowed from her clothes and the tension rebounding through her body and mind was alleviated as she acknowledged the pleasure she felt and the virus took the rest.

"Doesn't she look happier?" Magdalene asked rhetorically.

Faelin ignored her. "Kori, how do you feel?" she asked, the question hanging in the air of the compartment.

"Horny. Really horny."

"Anything else?"

"I...I dunno. Does it matter? Do I have to feel anything else? I'm satisfied just wondering how big the Captain's cock is. Speaking of which...excuse me." Kori quickly stood, swaying for a few seconds as her body compensated for her changed proportions and the slightly shifting aircraft. Then she walked away, heading for the cockpit.

"Why?" Faelin asked, finally looking at Magdalene again. She was surprised to see the diplomat's skirt hiked up and both hands occupied between her spread legs, unabashedly masturbating. She recoiled, but couldn't get away.

"See, that's your problem. You're still looking for a reason where there really isn't one. Ultimately, it's because it feels good to kiss a pretty flight attendant. Just like it feels good to play with my pussy, or not be stressed all the time. Or because I want to hear what kind of moans you make." Faelin startled, but realized it was already too late. While she had been pulled in by Magdalene's words, the older woman had already reached over and into her shorts with very wet fingers. "The point is to enjoy it," the British woman said gently while she slipped her sex-slick digits into the girl and started masturbating both of them.

Before that, Faelin would have called herself a little bi-curious. With Magdalene's fingers stimulating her virgin body in ways she'd never experienced, she was instantly pushed very close to full on lesbianism. The only thing that saved her from that was her conscious mind being way more focused on the compounding pleasure than silly things like thoughts. Whatever sweet nothings the older brunette was whispering to her were drowned out by the pounding of her heart. Her vision blurred and faded as the aching throbbing of her hard nipples and the flesh underneath took priority, her wide eyes crossing in the process. She was being played like a fiddle, Magdalene's dexterous fingers orchestrating her pleasure as it was pushed to its climax.

"OhhhHHHHH!!! FUUuuuUUUuuuUUUCKK!!" Faelin screamed, her entire body jerking with each wave of rapture. Her flesh rippled and bubbled, perfecting and expanding itself while she struggled to remain aware of anything other than how good it all felt. Her breasts grew massive and heavy, stretching out her top with their enormous volume and forming a mouth watering valley of deep cleavage. The rest of her became equally soft and bountiful, wobbling through her infection at Magdalene's hands.

Eventually she couldn't take any more and slumped bonelessly in her seat, moaning quietly and occasionally convulsing with aftershocks more powerful than her usual orgasms. Magdalene could sympathize. The pleasure she was getting from her own hand was so unreal that she could scarcely imagine what it would be like to have it be someone else's touch driving her mad. Fortunately, it was a long flight and there would be plenty of time for fun with her new sister is slutdom, who happened to gasp awake at that very moment. Her body seemed to still think it was cumming for a second before she got her bearings and let out a long moan of pure satisfaction.

"Still wondering why?"

"N-no, I...I get it. If there's anything to get. Other than fucked." The last bit was said with wry wit, the young woman coming to terms with an accepting the lust that ran through her blood. Seeing her shudder again at the thought, Magdalene took the chance to lean over and give Faelin a heated kiss. Despite the age difference between them, they were about matched in experience and had a wonderful time learning together, not to mention groping each other.

"Mine are still bigger," Magdalene whispered between kisses and moans, pinching the younger girl's erect nipples and earning a squeal from her. Their tits mashed together, huge and fighting for dominance, though the diplomat's words proved to be true, her set outsizing the younger's by a small amount.

"I wouldn't gloat too much," Faelin returned, looking over the other brunette's shoulder. They broke apart and both turned fully to see Tania, the second stewardess. The woman had clearly met with Kori and been ravaged by the virus. Though Magdalene couldn't say she knew the woman at all, she was confident the flight attendant couldn't possibly have been so outrageously buxom without a little infectious help.

"Aww, why do you two get to have all the fun? Kori only played with me a little before she told me to go back to work." The woman spoke petulantly, but the wide, empty smile didn't leave her face. Her eyes showed a clarity only a complete bimbo could, one who'd had everything taken from them and couldn't even remember that.

"Every bit of her brains went to her boobs, didn't they?" Faelin said, having come to the same conclusion as Magdalene. "Wish I could have watched. She was pretty smart before."

"I'm sure you'll have the chance. How many of your posh, upper class friends would love a chance to be a little more free. I bet they'll come begging for you to infect them." Magdalene's words made the young heiress shiver with anticipation.

"Fuck, they would. They'd come pleading. Rich girls have such body envy. I know some of them wouldn't care what they have to give up to get a body like this."

"Like, what are you talking about? Is it my boobies? Aren't they great? I can cum just from playing with them. Well, I think I can. I'd really like to. Maybe I should try. Do you think I should try?" Tania's empty babbling proved just how far gone she was, to the point that she apparently couldn't even make decisions on her own.

"Know what I think, Tania?" Faelin said with an air of maliciousness. "You should see how many times you can cum before we land. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"Yeah!" she exclaimed and immediately plopped down in a seat, burying her hands in her tits and cunt and started squealing with simple joy instantly. Faelin wasn't paying attention to the black-haired bimbo though. She had her phone out and was laying back and posing, thrusting her hefty tits up and out for the pictures' future viewers. Her little smile as she took the pictures told just how much pleasure she took in what she was doing.

"How many of them do you think you'll get?" Magdalene asked, gently teasing the line where her flesh disappeared under her strained clothes.

"All of them," Faelin said, readjusting a little for a shifted angle.

"Really? I didn't realize high society girls were such sluts."

"They will be once I'm done with them. Some will just need more 'convincing' than others." The two women shared a smile as Faelin sent her pictures to her British friends and the shocked responses started pouring in.