The flight

The whole flight they talked about Walter's invention, his personal life, and such. Walter was having trouble fully engaging with the conversation, due to all the turbulence, and it wasn't because it bothered him, but because of the effect it had on his hostess. Every time they flew through some rough winds which left the pressurized cabin shaking, Sandra's amazing ass cheeks reacted in a most pleasurable way. That bodacious, bedazzling, badonkadonk booty would nearly leap out of her seat, bouncing up and down and every which way in-between, creating a storm of jiggles, and stretching fabric noises.

Sandra seemingly paid no heed, and kept pressing him about himself, what he liked, places he visited, his marriage, etc. She seemed particularly interested in his sexual life, asking veiled questions about his highschool crushes, or favorite websites, what he and his wife did together, and Walter was helpless in the hands of this bottom heavy brunette, easily spilling all the beans on every sad detail of his life. She learned, (although she had already read the file,) of his bi-curiosity, a boy in highschool who dressed like a complete slut, and websites mostly involving femboys taking it up the ass, and women with dicks regularly giving it up the ass. Most of his interests seemed to lay in the anally receiving category, regardless of sex.

He would never have disclosed any of this information normally, but the brown haired beauty in front of him had seemingly placed a spell on him. She learned every dark secret, fantasy, and fetish from the closeted 48 year old, revealing very little of herself, for the first 8 hours of their flight.

The next 8 or so hours was spent sleeping, and the final 6 was spent with Sandra on her phone, idly playing some mobile game, or in the bathroom having to 'attend' to something, or just talking about Walter's invention. She was especially interested in it's transformation capabilities and the limitations thereof, how did it rearrange atoms and molecules, or what were the parameters, could it be focused on a. particular area of the body? And so on. Walter was only too happy to explain, showing her the control panel, the different dials and nobs and sliders, the screen which displayed a 3D image of what you wanted to turn into, and how all you needed to do to turn yourself into anything you wanted, was to let it scan your fingerprint. The machine locked onto your genetic imprint, and used a very advanced ray-emitter to transform you according to the settings.

"I would very much like to see it for myself, Mr. Smith," asked Sandra, fluttering her long eyelashes at him, causing him to hide a painfully obvious erection.

"Um I'm not sure it's a good idea while we're flying," said Walter, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. With Sandra sitting right next to him instead of across, he could smell her light perfume, and even her natural odor. It was intoxicating, and he quickly found himself fantasizing about stuffing his face between her heaving butt cheeks, huffing her sweaty asscrack fumes, licking her twitching, puffy, swollen, loose, gaping, well-used and lubricated a-

He shook himself, asking Sandra to repeat what she just said. She rolled her eyes, probably knowing exactly what he was thinking about.

"I said, what's the worst that could happen? It'll be good to make sure it's functioning before we get there, and besides, I would be very impressed to see your 'genius' in action." She said, lazily giving him bedroom eyes, while biting her lips, and grinding her thighs together.