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Greetings,

Another major software update to Twisted TG Files:

1) A new restructuring of the Twisted TG Menu.  Sub-menus are now available in the Stories section, linked to the newest stories per author.  As of this update there are new stories posted for Zapper and Sammi (sammig82).

Zapper's story page has been updated with not only Zapper's newest story but also three archived stories.  Sammi’s page contains the first and second chapters of her newest story, Mile High.  As before, both are viewable in Twisted TG Files and have downloadble PDF versions.

2) The Caption Archive is now available and online for both my captions and Zapper's.  All captions we have posted to date are now organized in an easy-to-read format.

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IN VINO VERITAS

MILE HIGH (CHAPTER 2)

by sammig82

Acceptance

It had been six years since the death of Brian Wallace's mom. He was still young when the vehicle his parents were traveling overran a sharp turn and fell off a cliff. He was at his neighbor's place, like he usually does during his parents date night, when the news came. His dad barely survived through the three weeks in intensive care with a broken hip. It was not as fortunate for his mom as she had died at the scene.

Even after recovery, Brian's dad was a wreck. Deep down, Brian knew his dad was just blaming himself for his mom's death. However, things took a turn for the better six years later when the widower met a nice lady in Elizabeth. At 37, she was more than 5 years younger than Mr. Wallace when they had first met on a business flight Brian's dad was traveling on. Elizabeth was a beautiful flight attendant but more than that, Mr. Wallace found her to be a very gentle and caring woman.

Now eighteen, Brian was really happy for his dad and he had no objections when they decided to tie the knot. After moving in, Elizabeth was even kind enough to assure him that she was not there to replace his mother but would do her best to bring the cheers back into the family. The teenager couldn't have been happier. Not only he was seeing the complete revival of his father - the person he had adored so much since he was a kid; but he would also be able to continue fulfilling a secret fetish of his.

A week after the wedding, the newlyweds spent a fortnight in the Maldives. As a result, Brian had plenty of freedom with Elizabeth's stuffs which she had just moved in. He had even been bold enough to wander around the house fully dressed in his stepmother's clothes. While his deceased mom had preferred simple cotton underwear, it was mostly high quality silks for Elizabeth. Brian reveled in the sensations of her lingerie brushing against his skin whenever he pulled on one of her black thongs. There were even attempts to try on her flight attendant uniform but his overly skinny figure couldn't do the sensual attire justice.

Brian had lost counts of the number of times he had achieved orgasm in his parent's room. He had even stained some of Elizabeth's underwear and dresses that he had to clean them up and made sure that they were how his stepmother left them.

It didn't matter how well Brian thought he had put everything back to where they came from, Elizabeth's suspicion that her stuffs had been tampered with immediately arose since returning from her honeymoon. The concern was not shared with Brian's dad as the socially inept teenager spent more and more time at home especially when the stepmother was away on one of her long haul flight.

Trapped

Elizabeth knew what Brian was up to. She kind of guessed it the moment she found her expensive lacy brassiere in the wrong place on her return from the Maldives with Ben. In fact, she was more than happy to let her stepson indulged in his unique fetish because of a little agenda that only young boys such as Brian could realize. All she needed was a well laid out trap for the creepy little kid to walk into.

The perfect opportunity came when Ben's firm was branching out requiring him to travel across the country to Seattle more regularly than usual. On one of those trips, Elizabeth told Brian that she would be away for a couple of days as well. Her plan panned out nicely when she came home unexpected before sneaking up on her stepson in the midst of an awkward position.

"Brian..? What are you doing?" Elizabeth asked, pretending that she was confused.

Brian, who was already in her matching set of pink bras and panties, couldn't come up with an explanation. The boy was lost for words.

"Why are you in my... things..?" the stepmother asked, still well groomed in her tight attendant's uniform.

"I... I just..." the 18 year-old struggled to think of anything to bail himself out of the situation. He merely looked away from Elizabeth.

The photo-snapping sound of the flight attendant's phone brought his gaze back to the lovely stepmother. Elizabeth's expression had changed from the look of someone taken aback to someone who had outsmarted him. The smirk on her face as she took a couple more pictures of the teenager in her lingerie was somewhat incongruous to her usual gentle persona. Elizabeth almost chuckled at the young man's effort to cover his stick-thin form as she captured nearly a dozen of digital pictures.

"I beg you, Elizabeth... Please stop... Please don't tell anyone, especially dad... I'll do anything..." Brian pleaded while the stepmother was busy uploading the shots to a secure cloud storage.

Once it was done, she placed the phone on top of her dresser before walking towards the silk-covered King-sized bed. Sitting by the edge of the bed, Elizabeth gracefully crossed her long nylon-encased legs at the knees. Reaching for her neatly done up bun, she released her majestic long blonde hair from the pins and clips. The golden tresses fell free past her shoulders, almost touching the bed as she leaned backwards supported by her arms. Elizabeth seemed at ease as she lifted her head to look at her 'prey'.

"Brian, Brian, Brian... What makes you think that you have any other options, young man? Of course you'll do whatever I ask of you from now on, unless..." the attractive lady said as she turned her attention back to the phone on the dresser.

"Unless... You want the pictures of your little escapade be sent to daddy's email or worse... shared throughout the ever expanding social medium," Elizabeth added as she slowly uncrossed her legs before teasingly parted them.

The crotch of Elizabeth's panties between the prominent black seams of her thigh-highs was on display for the stepson. Seeing the teenager's Adams apple moved upwards and then down as he swallowed a huge gulp of nervousness made Elizabeth grin.

"Be a good boy now and come to mama," the blonde ordered.

Lost

Brian just didn't know what to do. He could still feel the stinging pain in his bottom as he was sitting in his biology class. The first night of his submission to Mistress Lizzy was a mixture of humiliation and fear. It turned out that his beautiful stepmother had a thing for strap-ons which she had conveniently pulled out from her trolley luggage during that very night.

"Your daddy must not know about this... He hated these things..." was what she said before shoving her newly purchased 8-inch dildo into Brian's virgin ass.

Since then, he had been her 'butt-slut' for the past couple of months whenever his father was away which had been too frequent for Brian's liking. His schoolmates had started questioning his odd gait and how he wished to tell them the tortures his ass was taking recently. The plus side he got from the deal - while getting his ass pounded, he get to put on and feel Elizabeth's clothes on his skin. And of course, he didn't want to break his dad's heart. Neither did he intend to die of embarrassment when the photos of him in his stepmother's lingerie went viral.

At the end of the day, it was still wrong. It was a betrayal to the only person he had ever loved - his dad. Brian began to suspect whether it was just the kind of affection a son would usually show for his father. Sometimes, he would imagine himself as Elizabeth and the realistic rubber being roughly pushed into him was Ben's. Yes, he even started thinking of his dad by his first name. Amid the insults and the terrible things Elizabeth would say to him, how he wished Ben would be there to sweep him off his feet like a knight in a shining armor.

Brian knew that it was wishful thinking. His dad was deeply in love with the gentle and caring version of Elizabeth, which made Brian pondered at the ease of how his stepmother altered her personality. There was no hint of her authoritarian sneers and taunts when his dad was around. The teenager didn't plan to ruin his dad's relationship with Elizabeth either, but the occasions where she would show him videos of herself with other men she met on one of her trips - the boy was helpless. Elizabeth was no longer the soft-spoken lady he had met when she first moved in and Brian was about to find out why.

Chocolate

It took the lovely flight attendant almost three months of toying with her stepson to finally lose it. She would occasionally let loose when there was no one else around; but in the spur of the moment, Elizabeth just couldn't deny herself any longer. Brian's firm and delightful behind had been calling out to her for months since he had walked right into the booby trap. The strap-ons, which she had made him keep in his own room, was no longer good enough to satisfy her true desire. She needed to feel him - flesh to flesh. It had been a while since she had actually done that to boys Brian's age. Some of them were a lot younger.

Elizabeth was wearing her favorite dominatrix outfit of black skintight latex, which she had gotten from Amsterdam as she was brushing the head of her artificial cock against her stepson inflamed anus. She had the boy put on her black thigh-highs and pink lacy bra while being tied up to the bed frame as she was about to push the dildo's head past his tender opening. The twitching from within became more and more unbearable. Adding in the alcohol and the visions of her smoking hot girlfriends from the girls' night out a few hours earlier, the pent up desire was too much for Elizabeth to contain. The wonderful view of Brian's bottom didn't help matter as she finally decided to remove her strap-on.

Elizabeth could see the questioning look on the teenager's face as he turned his head around. A malicious grin was her only response as she inserted her dainty fingers into her soaking wet pussy - one digit at a time. Her knees weakened significantly as the sensations she should have gotten accustomed to, zapped through her body like electricity. The stimulus intensified as her palm rubbed against her clitoris when all of her fingers were in. The stepmother stretched herself further until all of her svelte hand disappeared with only her wrist visible. Her digits and hand stirred as she searched for something seemingly lodged within her womb. She loved the pain of having her vagina stretched - wondering if this was similar to childbirth. The dumbfounded expression on Brian made her wanting to do naughty things to him even more.

"Just you wait boy... You ain't seen nothing yet..." Elizabeth said as her voice dropped a few octaves. Then, she found what she was looking for.

Her lovely features grimaced as she pulled it out of her womanhood. The pain was only escalating even with her pussy juices leaking from the sides of her wrist. The sloshing sounds became more and more obvious as the base of her thumbs followed by her delicate fingers emerged from between her vaginal lips. They seemed to be gripping firmly onto something - some sort of dark-skinned meat. In spite of all the natural lubrication, the black appendage didn't slip out of her grip as she continued to tug it out of its hiding place. It appeared to be rather thick and lengthy as Elizabeth was still pulling until a pair of equally black hairy balls squeezed right out of the impossibly tight orifice.

The stepmother proceeded to stroke her growing black cock while enjoying the priceless look on Brian's boyish face. The blonde woman with an incongruous black man's dick loved to find her subjects in the state of horror. It took no time for her cock to reach its full potential. The veins running along the 10-inch chocolate pole were throbbing as precum was flowing out from the tip of its circumcised head. It was a magnificent asset the former Lamar Chambers had always been proud of - using it to terrorize young boys and girls around his neighborhood in Brooklyn.

The 45 year-old registered sex offender was serving his term when he managed to break out of the state prison. His plan to escape the country with fake IDs didn't materialize as someone seemed to have tipped off the authorities. The cops were closing in when he had to use the peculiar watch given to him by a strange lady at the airport's café. Elizabeth Wallace happened to be at the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Lamar had never expected to find pleasure as a white woman, but being Elizabeth had proven him wrong. He could not have imagined the bliss of getting fucked in both his stolen cunt and ass at the same time had he not been forced to steal the gorgeous blonde's identity. The only downside though was having to adjust himself to the life as a recently married woman. Elizabeth's husband was certainly as plain as they can get for a middle-aged white man and Lamar cringed to himself the times where he had to stay in character as the gentle and caring wife.

The role of a stepmother to a beautiful boy in Brian more than made up for the pretense. Finding out that the 18 year-old teenager happened to be a crossdresser was the added bonus as Lamar fully embraced the saying of 'Life is full of surprises'.

The surprises had brought him to this day as he poked the head of his giant cock at the doorstep of Brian's sweet cherry ass. Elizabeth's nectar combined with his own precum did very little to ease the passage of his head through the battered opening.

"It's too big..." Brian said as he began to cry. He had yet to even comprehend the fact that some black dude's cock was actually poking out of his supposedly blonde stepmother. "It won't fit..." the terrified boy added.

"We won't know until we try, sweetie," Elizabeth said. Her voice now deep and masculine as she moved her hips further forward.

Eventually, the head of her colossal member managed to force its way into his anus. Brian was already squealing like a girl. The stepmother had to gag him with her panties just so the neighbors wouldn't be disturbed. By the time a third of her was in, Elizabeth temporarily halted her progress before withdrawing an inch or two with only her head remained within. She then proceeded to shove more of her ebony rod into the teenager. The journey to Brian's rectum continued as the process of pushing and pulling were alternated until most of the pulsating shaft was buried.

The muffled screams of her stepson was music to her ears as she began to rock her womanly hips forward and backward. If not for her fear of exposure - especially when the hunt for Lamar Chambers was still assiduous, Elizabeth would have released her 'beast' a lot sooner. It had been far too long. She began to hammer Brian's ass so much harder than she did with her pathetic 8-inch strap-ons. Those were almost child's play compared to her pornstar fuckstick.

Elizabeth doubted she would last for much longer. She didn't want to split her boy toy in half either as she swiftly pulled herself out at the signs of her tightening sacs. After easily flipping her subject to his back, Elizabeth drew herself towards Brian's dumbfounded face. An infinitely long leg was swung across the teenager's chest as she grabbed his chestnut hair like he was just a piece of cloth. Aiming her cock at the stepson's face, Elizabeth resumed pumping with her fist. Her hand appeared tiny against her throbbing erection as she felt her seeds sped through her plumbing.

"Open your damn mouth!" her booming deep baritone escaped from Elizabeth's lips.

Brian complied without as much as a whimper. The timing was impeccable as well as loads after loads of cum shot into the young man's oral cavity like a high pressured water jet. The amount of white jizz was so much so that Brian couldn't swallow in time to avoid the spillage down the sides of his gaping mouth. Nevertheless, Elizabeth was immensely impressed that not only the boy didn't choke with her overflowing semen; he had even attempted to gobble them down so quickly as if they were the most delicious fruit juice in the middle of the Sahara.

"Holy... Mother of... That was motherfucking intense..." Elizabeth continued with her unusually deep voice before releasing the grasp on Brian's hair as she collapsed by the side of her equally exhausted stepson. Her gravity defying breasts rose and fell rapidly with her chest as she gradually caught up with her breathing.

The post-orgasmic afterglow settled eventually as her chocolate member shrunk down back to its flaccid state. Due to its size, Elizabeth had to manually push it through her vaginal lips back to its hiding place along with her pair of testicles. The hybrid of a gorgeous blonde and a rugged African American; a lovely white woman and a black sex predator - vanished. All that was left was a scantily dressed Elizabeth Wallace lying next to her skinny stepson. She felt asleep with her peculiar watch lying unattended on the bedside console.

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Paris

"I miss you too, baby... Really wish you're here..." Carolina Hernandez said as she took in the glorious view of the Eiffel Tower from her hotel window.

Carolina, or better known to her friends as Carrie, had to shield her iPhone's receiver away from the subtle noises coming from her bed so that her fiancé would not get the wrong idea. Still, Carrie had to turned her attention away from the iconic landmark and glared at the source of a sudden loud grunt from one of her passenger who followed her to her hotel room - 21 year-old Eric Roberts.

"That noise...? That's what I was gonna talk to you about... Can you believe how thin the walls in these Paris hotels are?... Yeah, sounds like a newlywed couple staying next door... Yeah, I know... It makes me miss you even more..." Carrie said, relieved that her fiancé bought the explanation.

Taking the hint, Eric immediately grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it - considerably cutting down the noises coming from his gaping mouth. Carrie shouldn't blame him as she wondered her former self - a 35 year-old paunchy man - would be able to suppress such expressions when there was an experience blonde between his legs and giving the best blowjob he had ever had.

Elizabeth C. Wallace was still fully dressed in her uniform while she was licking the head of Eric's cock like a lollipop. Stooping on her knees between the young man's parted thighs, the 37 year-old chief flight attendant had her slender fingers wrapped around the base of his engorged member as she began to devour him.

Standing over on the other end of the room, Carrie had to remind herself that her fiancé was still on the line even as she was drooling over the vision of Elizabeth's heart-shaped derriere.

"Oh... Yes, I'm still here... Hey, I gotta go... Yeah, it's been an awfully long day... A hot bubble bath is exactly what I need... We'll talk again..." Carrie sent her future husband a kiss before hanging up.

Unlike Elizabeth, the brunette had stripped down to her underwear and black pantyhose. Earlier, she was in the midst of making out with Eric when the interruptions came.

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They were passionately exchanging saliva while peeling attires off one another when the knocking on the door started. The first few knocks were ignored as the unlikely couple went on kissing and molesting one another's body. As the knocking got louder, Carrie pulled out of the embrace with an equally venomous cursing.

"WHO THE FUCK...?!" the off-duty flight attendant wrapped her partially undressed form in a bathrobe before storming towards the door.

Her frown turned drastically into a smug as she identified the uninvited guest through the door's peephole. Without bothering to secure the front of her robe, Carrie opened the door. Elizabeth stood on the other side with her characteristic stern expression. The chief stewardess had yet to change out of her body-hugging uniform as she eyed at Carrie's getup with much disapproval.

"Can't find your room, chief?" Carrie said in jest.

"Oh, I know exactly where my room is... Sweetheart..." Elizabeth said before moving past the young brunette into the room without further invitation. Her luggage was nowhere to be seen which had Carrie assuming that she had probably dropped them off her room before stopping by.

Knowing what was likely to be happening next, Carrie made sure the door was properly shut and latched. The reaction of Eric upon seeing the guest was almost comical as Carrie made her way back across to the small sofa leaning against the wall by the windows. Elizabeth was standing on the space between the Queen-sized bed and the furniture. With arms crossed under her ample busts, the lovely blonde swung her gaze between Eric, who was still rooted under the sheets on the bed, and Carrie, who appeared more relaxed leaning back on the sofa with her legs crossed at the thighs.

"I think you people have got some explaining to do," Elizabeth said as she tapped on the 'watch' strapped to her wrist which was no different from the one Eric was still wearing despite his shirtless state.

"What are you talking ab..." Eric was halfway saying before Carrie jump in.

"He got it from some strange lady a month back," Carrie matter-of-factly said.

"Look Lizzy, all we're looking for is just some fun. Me and my friend here Eric, have no interest in who you really are under that beautiful skin of yours," Carrie added, gesturing up and down Elizabeth's slender figure.

There was a moment of hesitation before the guest finally relented. Her tensed visage gradually evaporated as she sought further clarification.

"So... I'm assuming that you're not really who you are... Carrie?"

"Yep... Thanks to Eric's generosity in letting me use his... 'watch', I'm now a beautiful woman," Carrie said as she winked at Eric before adding, "He's such a sweet guy... and surprisingly good with his cock too. I suggest you give him a try."

Elizabeth seemed to have agreed with her subordinate as she almost drooled at the presence of the skinny young man. She had been checking him out ever since the modified AER device was spotted on his wrist. Carrie took note of that as well when Eric quietly informed her about Elizabeth's possession of an identical item. That was why she wasn't surprised to find 'Lizzy' showing up at the door.

"Now that we've got this out of the way..." Elizabeth said as she began to descend upon the bed, slowly crawling towards Eric.

As if asking for permission, the nervous young man stared at Carrie before getting a nod from his friend in disguise. That sort of calmed him down considerably as he flipped the sheets out of the way - revealing a tall tent at the front of his boxer. On all fours, Elizabeth licked her lips at the sight before gently grabbing Eric's hard-on through the fabric. The nerdy-looking man cooed at Lizzy's touch before feeling her lipsticks coated lips against his mouth. Her breath was pleasantly minty as she started probing him with her eager tongue. Her skillful hand was gracefully moving up and down his rod with only the boxer's silky material between them, resulting in moans escaping from Eric's windpipe.

Meanwhile, Carrie uncrossed her long well-toned legs before parting them. She began to pleasure herself to the scene on the bed with one hand fondling her breast through her bra while the other rubbing at her clit through her panties and black pantyhose. The former Timothy Sanders absolutely loved the stimulus provided by Carrie's silky underwear brushing against his stolen body. The damp spot grew as his stolen fingers probed against his crotch in circular motion which through Carrie's memory, was exactly how she would have liked.

Elizabeth was already bobbing her head up and down Eric's shaft when 'Carrie' decided to get up close with the goings-on as she stood up from the small furniture before swaying her hips towards the bed. Her eyes were fixed on the chief stewardess's derriere as she climbed onto the lavish crib before steering to kneel behind Elizabeth. The front of her groins came up against the blonde's juicy bottom as Carrie laid her hands on each of Lizzy's bums. The young brunette started grinding her underwear-clad pussy against Elizabeth's skirt-covered ass. She could almost feel her own juices leaking from the edge of her thong, significantly wetting her hosed thighs. The tingling sensations travelled from her clit as they radiated throughout her lithe figure. Her imaginary cock took form as Carrie made mocking attempts to hump her colleague's bubbly backside.

The moans from Eric brought 'Carrie' back to Earth. She realized her intention by lifting the hem of Elizabeth's restrictive skirt. As she was about to do so, the loud and annoying ringtone of Ariana Grande's 'Bang Bang' came from Carrie's phone as it completely disrupted the mood in the room. The accompanying vibration on the desk was equally as disturbing as Carrie felt the urge to flush the device down the toilet. She had to stop what she was doing before getting off the bed to reach for her phone. Her compulsion calmed somewhat when the handsome picture of her fiancé appeared on the screen. Carrie could have easily hung up but the brunette's gut feeling told her otherwise. The flashback of Carrie's recent memories showed that the fiancé had a habit of cooking up a big fuss if his calls go unheeded. Then, there was also this peculiar sense... a need out of nowhere, which compelled her to answer Norman's call.

A little lightheaded at the thought, the former middle-aged man slid Carrie's well-manicured finger across the screen of her phone before saying 'Hello' with her sweet, sultry voice - the kind of pampered tone she would only use for her fiancé.

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"Hey baby, I gotta go... Yeah, it's been an awfully long day... A hot bubble bath is exactly what I need... We'll talk again..." Carrie sent her future husband a kiss before hanging up.

A Cheshire cat grin made an uncharacteristic appearance on Carrie usually innocent visage as she turned her attention back to the action on the bed. Eric was still groaning into the pillow covering his face as Elizabeth was occupied with deep-throating his throbbing erection. It wouldn't be long before the young man blew his load, Carrie thought as she sauntered towards them. Settling back into the position behind Lizzy, the lovely brunette hiked up her colleague's skirt - revealing her well-toned thighs and black thong-clad ass. Drool nearly escaped from the edge of Carrie's pretty lips at the sight of the blonde's tasteful choice of lingerie. The lacy seams of her black thigh-highs were held in place by garter straps as they disappeared underneath the hiked-up skirts around her waist. Elizabeth had chosen garter belts and stockings over the more conventional pantyhose.

Thanks to the way the blonde had pulled on her thong over the garter straps and hosiery, Carrie had no trouble rolling the underwear off to expose her most intimate parts. Elizabeth was already leaking with womanly nectar as Carrie dug in. Her button nose was barely inches away from the chief stewardess's anus as she alternated between sucking and slashing her tongue at her cunt. It didn't surprise her one bit that even from here, Elizabeth's perfume was overpowering. The woman just smelled like a million dollar even from her supposedly filthy region.

"Oooh fuuuccckkk...!" Carrie heard Eric moaned.

Almost instantly, she felt something landed on her tucked-away dark hair. Taking a breather from her pussy-eating indulgence to see what it was; a few more squirts of Eric's cum found landing on her pretty face - momentarily taken her aback. Elizabeth must have took his cock out of her mouth just as he was about to ejaculate. While keeping her grip on Eric's member, the blonde tilted her head aside to allow her lover a clear passage to shoot his jizz - traveling quite a fair distance in the process. Some of them leveled off on Elizabeth's bums, while others on Carrie's hair and pretty face.

Instinctively, the false young woman wiped some of Eric's ejaculate off her face before licking it off her fingers without feeling grossed out. The Tim inside of her wondered if he would even consider doing that had he not been 'Carrie'. Then again, he suspected that he would mind shoving a dick into his Carrie-mouth if that was indeed required of him. Apart from the saltiness, Eric's cum didn't taste that bad at all as 'Carrie' gulped them down her throat before going ahead to lap more of them off from Elizabeth's buns.

"Get your trap back to my pussy, honey... I can promise you plenty more of those white goo if you keep slapping your tongue against my clit," Elizabeth said before flipping over to lie on her back.

Her nylon-encased legs spread, giving Carrie unrestricted access to her soaking wet cunt. The tiny patch of golden bush above offered no distraction as the former Tim wasted no time in burying his stolen face into Lizzy's pussy. The moans of ecstasy from the blonde only served as an encouragement as 'Carrie' alternated between sucking and toying with her colleague's clit with her tastebud. Mixture of Elizabeth's natural juices and her own saliva flooded her face as she began to prod the blonde's slit with her fingers. After a minute or two of fingering her lesbian lover, Carrie started a steady rhythmic motion of fucking Lizzy with both her tongue and two of her digits.

"Oh, fuck... Stop, stop... Use your cock... Shove it in...!" Elizabeth demanded as she pushed Carrie away.

"Wait... What...?!" Carrie said, obviously confused with Lizzy's demand. Eric's snoring was loud amid the sudden silence. The former Tim couldn't believe his friend had just fallen asleep with two smoking hot ladies on the same bed.

"Fuck... you don't know...?" Elizabeth said as she looked at the brunette in disbelief.

"Know WHAT...?! I might have been a dude before donning the young lady, but now I'm all, as you can see... woman."

"Sweet honey pie... You didn't read the instructions did you?"

"Well... It'd kinda difficult reading from that tiny LCD screen..."

Without waiting for Carrie to finish, Elizabeth swiftly inserted all five of her fingers into her pussy. Her face grimaced as the labial folds stretched beyond its limits. Carrie's eyes were wide opened as she witnessed the fellow air hostess's hand disappeared entirely into her own womb. It appeared as if she was fishing for something. In less than a minute, Lizzy pulled out an obvious penis. It was huge.

Her own secretions combined with Carrie's drool made its passage out of the cramped vagina easier but still, it was a bit of a struggle. A pair of testicles popped right out after what seemed to be a very well-endowed package. Its complexion was completely different from that of Elizabeth's as the tone was so dark that it could only belong to a black man - a rather bulky one as well. Eric's snoring was becoming somewhat annoying.

"What the... you can do THAT?!" Carrie sounded in awe.

"Yes..." Elizabeth said before clearing her throats. "And this too..." she added in a deep booming voice.

"Can I assume that you're not a natural blonde then?" Carrie said with a smug.

"Shut the fuck up and spread that sexy legs, bitch...!" Elizabeth ordered as she continued with her masculine tone.

Carrie was no expert, but thought that she detected a hint of Brooklyn pitch from that incongruous baritone which was miles apart from Elizabeth's southern accent. She had no time to ponder as 'Elizabeth' was already guiding her impressive fuckstick into her pussy. The former Tim had been watching enough porn to qualify Lizzy's black shaft as the ultimate pornstar dick. Its girth was telling by the way her vaginal lips stretched to accommodate its passage. The blonde did not allow her to settle as she went right down to business pounding away all 10 inches of meat in and out of her moderately lubricated cunt. It kind of made Eric's manhood and from her stolen memories, her fiancé's, seemed tiny.

The pain was excruciating, but somehow, it felt amazing at the same time - something that the former Tim couldn't explain. He didn't feel the need to, as he planted both of his Carrie-hands on his Carrie-tits - fondling and kneading at his stolen assets while getting her snatch hammered. The loud grunts and the slapping sounds as well as the heavy shaking of the bed managed to only cause a minor stir to Eric's slumber as he continued to recuperate from his apparent jet lag.

Carrie and Elizabeth were better adjusted to the after-flight fatigue as they went on fucking their brains out. The ebony-dicked girl took the initiative to shift position by turning Carrie on all-fours before shoving her colossal rod back where it belongs. While having her slit pounded, the young brunette felt something warm dripping onto her butt hole. Glancing back, Elizabeth was smiling at her as she let her saliva leaked generously onto her anus. The devious grin made the former Tim shivered at the thought of what was about to come. Carrie's vagina was already getting sore from the pummeling she was getting. It was by far the biggest cock she had ever had, going by the memory Tim could access. He was about to discover whether Lizzy's 'monster' could even fit in her 'backdoor'.

"Damn girl... Yer so fuckin' tight... Ya need to be gettin' more passenger dicks in here, I'm tellin' ya..." Elizabeth said in her deep voice as she started probing the younger woman's asshole with her thumb.

It didn't take long before the thumb was replaced by the blonde's index and middle digits as she attempted to loosen her up for the 'main event'. Carrie could almost feel her brain melt by having both her cunt and butthole violated at the same instance. She wasn't even paying attention as her tears were flowing while drools escaped from the sides of her mouth. Neither did she realize the number of times she had cum in that short duration. In Carrie's body, Tim was completely consumed by lust. There was more in store, as she felt a temporary void when Lizzy withdrew her cock before resting its swollen head at the entrance to her virgin ass.

Just as Elizabeth was about to push her black head in, things took an unexpected turn. Carrie thought that she was still being tormented as her ass had yet to be breached. The cursing and the gradual return of the blonde's original voice was enough to turn Carrie's head. By the time her gaze settled on Lizzy's pubic region, the sizable cock had shrunk down to half its length and girth. Her pair of chocolate sacs too was squeezing themselves back into Elizabeth's slit.

"What the fuck...?!" Elizabeth said as she appeared to be clueless of what was going on. Her melodious southern tone only added to her confusion.

"What's wrong? Are you... okay...?" Carrie sounded concerned.

"I'm not sure... Really... I think... I'll have to go..." Elizabeth said before getting out of bed.

She hastily gathered and pulled on her thong over the black thigh-highs and garters before tugging her skirt back into position.

"Hey... What happened...?" Carrie was still trying to get an answer, sitting up by the bed.

Elizabeth's uptight persona reappeared as she stormed right out of the room without saying anything further. Eric stirred again, but on this occasion, mumbled something probably out of his dream. Carrie alternated her gaze between the door and the soundly asleep Eric before shrugging her shoulders and tucked herself in beside the young man. Closing her eyes, she thought about Elizabeth's abilities to produce a penis out from her pussy and swapping into a man's voice at will. It was no rocket science that those manly assets belonged to a black dude who happened to don Elizabeth's live-skin.

"So, the device really does have the exact functionalities as the ones portrayed in the stories..." Carrie silently thought before slowly drifting off. The glowing red blinking 'ERROR' from the AER device on the coffee table was overlooked.

To be continued...

MILE HIGH (CHAPTER 1)

by sammig82

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Eric Roberts was reading a magazine while sitting in his economy class seat when the voice of a lady flight attendant rang through the aircraft's PA system. Apparently, there would be a slight delay due to some technical issues. As he flip through the pages of the travel magazine, he wondered if the delay was indeed due to aircraft's technicalities or staff shortage.

"It's so unlike Carrie to be late like this..." Eric overheard one of the flight attendants whispered to another while he was using the lavatory earlier.

Looking over to the empty seat beside, a wry smile flashed across his ordinary face. As the time struck 8.15pm on his Swiss watch, another announcement was made. This time, it was the captain apologizing for the half an hour delay but was glad that they were ready to depart.

"So, this Carrie girl must have gotten on board," Eric thought.

Hidden behind his reading material, Eric stole a glance of the stewardess whom he hadn't notice before as she sauntered past where he was seated. He was already a fan of the commercial airline's uniform - nicely showcased by the flight attendants but it looked especially good on this particular stewardess. The tag on her tight navy blue jacket confirmed that she was indeed 'Carrie' - the flight attendant who was late.

Underneath Carrie's body-hugging jacket was a white blouse in which its collar was intentionally loosen to show the neat knot of her fluffy red neck scarf. The Navy blue skirt hugged and accentuated her ample derriere as much as how her waist was squeezed by the jacket to make her bust stand out even more. The black stocking was what Eric like most about the air hostess's uniform as they exuded sensuality from her very long and very well-toned legs. The pair of 3-inch pumps added a little more arch to her back - making her firm ass an eye-candy for all the male passengers.

Carrie's petite figure was the perfect complement to her good looks as Eric had noticed. She had big brown eyes on top of a cute button nose and a pair of plump lips. With her shiny black hair tied up in a neat bun, her Hispanic features made a good resemblance to the lovely Eva Longoria. Carrie was probably taller though, rising up to 5ft 8" on her working heels.

Still hiding behind his magazine, Eric couldn't help smiling. He could sense the increased pressure from his crotch as he fantasized the things he would do to Carrie. However, Eric was pretty sure that he wasn't alone going by the looks most of the other men across the aisle were casting. Some even risked the wrath of their lover and wives who were seated beside them. But it was definitely worth it because Carrie was so damn hot.

It was an understatement to say that he was happy the seat beside was still vacant as the pilot started backing off and maneuvering the A380 towards the runway. Eric was ecstatic. He can't wait for his flight to be cruising in mid-air. While the captain was making the usual comments on the weather and the ETA, Eric took the liberty to shut his eyes. He was still thinking about the gorgeous air hostess and all the possibilities once they had landed in Paris.

Eric's geeky and paunchy appearance by no means would win him a date with a lot of women, in particular of Carrie's league. Working for a software development company and spending most of his time with his Xbox when he wasn't working, he was no social animal either. However, he was unusually confident on this occasion.

"Excuse me, Mr. Roberts..." a sweet melodious tone woke him from his slumbering. He almost thought that an angel spoke to him in his dream. "Can you please bring your seat upright and fasten your seat belt? We're about to take off any moment now," Carrie politely said.

After somewhat fumbling and stuttering, he finally managed to do what was told as the lovely air hostess turned away giggling at Eric's antic. He wondered why he was still nervous despite his confidence of nailing Carrie by the time they landed in Paris. With that 'thing' he received from a mysterious lady the other day, he should be holding all the aces.

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"This thing... will turn anyone into a costume of him or herself," said the 30-something lady who joined Eric's lonely table out of nowhere as he was having his lunch. "Once you put the costume on, you'll become that person. You'll have his or her memory while retaining your own," she added before placing some sort of wrist band on the table beside his glass of lemonade.

Having been a victim of some exorbitant pranks during his education years, Eric had not been treated similarly since his working days. He certainly wished that it wouldn't start today. Looking around the fast food restaurant for the lady's accomplice or any sort of hidden camera, he found nothing out of the ordinary. When he returned his attention back to the booth, the lady was gone. The Fitbit-like wrist band was still on his table, sitting on a piece of note. Again, he casted his searching eyes around the restaurant.

No camera crews. No suspicious looking personnel. No 30-something lady.

Hesitant at first, Eric picked up the wrist band before giving it a curious inspection. It certainly looked like any fitness band on the market with its tiny LCD screen and a comfortable rubber strap. There were a few oddities though. For one, it appeared to have been hastily put together from parts of different watches and fitness tracker. The bezel was unusually thick for such a small rectangular case and it's crown seemed to hollow. In fact, it looked a lot more like a short funnel than a watch's crown.

As he picked up the thing, the LCD lit up: "Welcome to the world of endless possibilities. You've been chosen as a test subject for a modified version of the AER gun."

Eric couldn't believe his eyes. AER gun? The AER gun? How could anyone possibly know about this secret fetish of his? For the past couple of years, he had been satisfying his secret desire by frequenting a website called fictionmania. It was there he discovered the Escape series - a chronological collection of costume gun and transgender identify theft stories.

If someone was to make fun of him, they had certainly been getting way out of line by hacking into his personal computer and spying on him. Then he examined the piece of note which said: 'I know what you're thinking but this is not a prank. Try it on someone. You've surely got nothing to lose.'

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"Excuse me, sir. Would you like a hot towel?" It was Carrie's sultry voice again.

Without realizing it, he had daydreamed himself through the flight's take off proceedings and now, the lovely air hostess was standing by his seat with a tray full of towel rolls. They must had been cruising at least a mile above sea level by now.

"Errr... Ye... yes ple... please..." Eric stuttered before receiving... and again, fumbling as he dropped the towel onto his lap.

"I'm sorry..." Carrie tried to apologize.

"No, no... It's no... not yo... your fa... fault," Eric continued to stutter as he picked up the towel.

"Alright, then... Let me know if there's anything else you need. Refreshments will be served shortly," Carrie giggled before turning her attention to the rest of the passengers.

Eric had thought that the stewardess was somehow flirting with him through her giggling. But then, that was what he thought of all the girls he had ever come across. He decided long time ago that they were probably just laughing at his inability to interact properly with the opposite sex. Socially inept, Eric would always crumbled under pressure.

However, it would certainly be different this time around. He had something up his sleeve and Carrie would be his choice.

After the refreshments of fresh orange juice and sandwiches, most of the passengers had dozed off. Only a few in Eric's section were still up enjoying the in flight entertainment system. The lights in the cabin had been dimmed after the service as Eric watched Carrie swaying her hips up and down the aisle before disappearing into the galley at the back. One of her colleagues seemed to have taken over as Eric guessed that it must have been Carrie's break. He realized that this could be his break as well.

Eric unfastened his seat belt before making his way to the back of the large aircraft to use the lavatory. Even though he needed to relieve his bladder, there was definitely something else on his mind. The signage overhead indicated that only one of the three available lavatories was vacant, so he went for the unoccupied washroom. Before entering, Eric stuck his head out around the corner to search for his potential victim. None of the flight attendants were in the back galley.

"So she should be in one of the lavatories," he thought, his heart rate increasing.

Eric felt the need to calm down as he pushed the only bi-folding door with a green sign so that he could enter and take a leak. To his surprise, it wasn't exactly vacant as there was a flight attendant within. In fact, it was Carrie who was sitting on the toilet seat with the look of horror on her face.

It was a look of someone who had somehow forgotten to lock the door while she was in the middle of peeing. She was about to scream while Eric was about to shit his pants before the expression on Carrie's beautiful face changed - dramatically. The contrasting grin on the air hostess's lovely features was all Eric needed to convince himself that Carrie was the one. Instead of screaming, she pulled Eric by his collar into the cramped lavatory before pushing the bi-folding door shut. The green sign of 'Vacant' immediately slid to the red of 'Occupied'.

Carrie, now standing on eye-level with the surprised passenger, wasted no time planting her lips onto Eric's gaping mouth. Her svelte right hand moved south in search of his hard-on as they passionately French-kissing within the tight space. Eric was in cloud nine as he felt the stewardess caressing his member through his pants. Returning the favor, he had his own hands groping at Carrie's firm derriere through the materials of her skirt and underwear.

If it wasn't for the slight turbulent resulting in the aircraft's sudden jolt, the unlikely couple would have gone all the way. Once their lips parted, Carrie managed the same giggles Eric had found so attractive when he had first laid his eyes on her.

Shaking his head in disbelief, he finally managed to ask the question, "Tim...? Is it really you in there?"

"Of course it's me, silly... Why else would a hot piece of ass like Carrie wanna be making out with someone like you?" Carrie said, but somehow the words didn't come out right from her mouth.

"Damn, dude... You scared the shit out of me!" Eric said, before cautiously lowering his tone to whisper. "I was worried that you might get caught when you sneaked into the waiting lounge's washroom."

"As you can see now, my plan worked out quite well..." Carrie said as she admired her reflection from the lavatory's mirror. "Not so fortunate for Carolina Hernandez though," the air hostess said before handing the shrunk-down AER device back to Eric.

"So, she's the reason you had to sneak into the washroom at the boarding lounge. "

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2 hours ago

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"I've got an idea!" Eric's only friend, Tim said. "But I need that thing of yours," he added.

It's been 2 weeks since Eric received the mysterious gift from a mysterious lady. After given some serious thought, he had decided to show Tim the miniature AER device. He had known Tim from the fictionmania website and they shared the same interests in transgender identity thefts. When it was proven that the device did work (Eric tested it on his sister), he and Tim came up with a plan. They had each submitted a request for a long break from their jobs and decided to go on a holiday - with the device.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Eric nervously asked.

"Trust me my friend... I know exactly what I'm gonna do with it," Tim said with a smirk splashed across his round sweaty face.

At 35, Timothy Sanders was a nerdy-looking bespectacled guy with a 4-inch long goatee. He worked for a mobile app development company and his paunchy figure was a result of his sedentary lifestyle which was not much different than that of Eric. The two definitely had a lot in common which included their taste in women.

Not wasting any time, Tim took the 'wristwatch' from Eric before rushing off into the washroom. He saw the air hostess dragging along a small trolley luggage into the ladies room. The swaying of hips created quite an exhibition of her firm backside as it motivated Tim further to tail her into the washroom. He did stop on his strides when an elderly lady appeared from the inside. Tim pretended that he was lost and looking for the right signage.

As soon as the elderly lady disappeared around the corner from the short hallway, Tim could hear the sounds of a cubicle door from the ladies room. Taking a deep breath, he poked his head inside. There was no one else except for an occupied cubicle. He could feel his heart pumping rapidly as he continued his strides into the forbidden zone. Before he progresses any further, he saw the yellow little floor signage which says 'Cleaning in Progress'. Swiftly, he place it at the entrance before shutting and locking the main door to the washroom.

Then he waited in the next cubicle while properly strapping the device onto his wrist. The sounds of water dripping was followed by some rustling and the toilet flushing. Tim could sense his heart rate rising as the door to the cubicle swung open. Carolina, better known to her friends and colleagues as Carrie, stepped out before ambling towards the full-fledged mirror above the row of wash basins on the counter top. As she was washing her hands, Tim was trying to get the AER device to work.

When he had finally figured it out, a sharp scream made him jumped as he was easily discovered through his reflection from the large washroom mirror. He knew he should have kept the cubicle's door shut but there was no time to ponder as Carrie was making a run towards the main door. If she had made it out, he would end up in prison for being a pervert in the ladies room.

Tim knew that he had to act fast before things got out of hand. He sprung out of his cubicle and went after the stewardess. Luckily for him she was still fiddling with the lock of the main door. This was his only chance as he quickly activated the gadget on his wrist. Its tiny LCD panel lit up with a welcoming message. Tim had no time to read them as he aimed its tiny crown at Carrie. With a circular swipe on the AER's touch panel, a white beam shot out of its hollow crown before reaching the back of the air hostess just as Carrie managed to unlock the washroom door. A glimpse of the empty airport hallway was the last thing she saw before consciousness slipped right out of her.

Tim was downright shaking as he witnessed steam evaporated from Carrie's eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. By the time the door behind her, helped by the attached door-closer, swung fully back shut, Carolina Hernandez had been turned into a pile of live-skin on the tiled floor beside her trolley baggage. Still shaking, Tim quickly rushed forward to lock the door. He could hear the announcement that his flight was ready for boarding as he quickly gathered Carrie's skin and clothes along with her baggage before dumping everything into the more spacious cubicle for the handicapped.

Pressed for time, Tim swiftly separated Carrie's attire from her skin before stripping himself naked. Having put on Eric's big sister before, he knew very well how to properly don the live-skin. His rather big and fleshy right foot was the first to go into the small but stretchy slit behind Carrie's neck. The rest of his fat hairy leg disappeared into the live-skin in search of the slot which goes into what used to be Carrie's right leg. Once all his toes were fitted nicely into Carrie's dainty toes, the rest of his leg morphed with the skin turning into the long and toned feminine leg.

Left with no time to marvel at the transformation process, Tim kept stretching the small slit so that his left leg could be inserted. It quickly found the aperture which would afford his hairy and bulky left lower limb a hiding place underneath Carrie's smooth and long left leg. He kept on pulling and tugging at Carrie's live-skin up and over his crotch and hips even as the metamorphosis of his legs were still ongoing. After some difficulty, Tim managed to tuck his 6-inch erection under Carrie's pussy before sliding both his hands into the 'sleeves' of the life-like costume. He didn't even notice how his cock disappeared and flattened underneath Carrie's neatly trimmed black patch.

Tim had seen people putting on scuba diving suit on TV. He could only imagine the similarities of donning Carrie's disguise as he let his sausage fingers take their positions underneath the air stewardess's svelte digits. He could feel the weight on his chest growing as Carrie's perky breasts took shape while he was pulling her hollow head over his with her newly revived hands. Her beautiful raven black hair was understandably disheveled as Tim brought the opening behind his neck together.

Within minutes, Tim's mind was flooded with Carrie's memories. Carolina Hernandez was a 25 year-old who was raised up in Houston before moving to New York when her dream job in the airline became available. She had recently gotten engaged to a pilot from the same commercial airline and this was supposed to be her last long-haul flight before going on leave in preparation for her wedding.

The former Tim swept some of Carrie's hair away from his new set of hazel eyes, as he lifted his new eyelids which were now decorated with lovely long lashes. The immediate sense of imbalance was what he had come to expect as it quickly subsided once he got a good look of his new appearance at the washroom mirror. His current disguise was so much better than Eric's 18 year-old sister Megan.

His or rather her slender digits wasted no time occupying themselves on the succulent nipples on top of Carrie's bountiful D-cup mammaries. The difference to Megan's B-cups were apparent as jolts of electric-like sensations swept across her curvaceous figure. The dampness between her legs got her attention as she moved her right hand downwards to further explore the newfound womanhood. Halfway there, a loud and annoying Katy Perry ringtone sounded from Carrie's purse. The memories she had just obtained told her that the airline's crew manager would be calling by the time all passengers had boarded a flight.

After some cursing, she managed to retrieve her phone and answer, "Hello..."

"Carolina Hernandez, crew ID 564237?"

"Y...yes?" the false Carrie answered with a hint of hesitation.

"Where the hell are you?" the woman on the other end asked.

"I wasn't feeling too good. I'm still in the washroom," Carrie said.

"Oh God... Are you OK? Do you need any assistance?" the harshness in the woman's voice was replaced by a concerned tone.

"No, no... I'm fine. Just give me five minutes to freshen up,"

"Are you sure about this? I'll allow you to skip this one if you want."

"No, no... Really, I'm good now... I just need sometime to prepare," Carrie said.

"OK... If you say so, I'll let the captain know. But don't take too long. We don't want another negative feedback from the passengers for the holdup," the woman on the other end said before the call ended.

The Carrie impersonator immediately replaced her phone before picking up her clothes. Despite feeling aroused by the sight of Carrie's black laced white panties, she had to quickly slipped them on. She enjoyed the sensation of the silk material brushing against her thighs before settling snugly over her nether region. Resisting the temptation to rub the silky underwear against her crotch, she picked up Carrie's matching bra before letting her breasts sit in the black laced cups. With Carrie's knowledge, the former Tim had no problem fastening the bra straps behind her. The black pantyhose was a little bit of a challenge as she had to sit on the covered toilet seat before rolling its legging up one leg at a time. By the time both leggings were covered up to her thighs by the pantyhose, Carrie stood up to pull the rest up and over her panties to her hips.

Carrie's white button up blouse was nothing unusual for the former man before putting on her navy blue skirt. After making sure that the blouse's bottom were neatly tucked in, she proceeded to zip up and fasten her skirt. The tightness of the knee-length pencil skirt and the sensation of her pantyhose encased thighs brushing against each other was exhilarating to say the least. She went on to don her body-hugging blue blazer. By securing the two large buttons in front of her navel, her hourglass curves from her slender waist to her flare-out hips became even more prominent.

Looking at the washroom mirror, the former Tim still found it hard to believe that the smoking hot brunette's reflection was actually him. Her hair was a little disheveled though especially after crumbling to the floor and being stretched and worn like nothing more than a costume. Using Carrie's knowledge, the impostor expertly rearranged her hair back to a neat bun. She needed to reapply the foundation and the eyeliners on her face since those too were disrupted by the transformation process.

Once the false Carrie was satisfied with her appearance, she smiled at the mirror and said in the most melodious tone, "Welcome aboard ladies and gentlemen. My name is Carolina Hernandez."

If she wasn't chasing a flight, the former overweight man would have torn Carrie's attire apart and molest his new form there and then. After shoving his old clothes into Carrie's luggage, he strutted out of the ladies, dragging the trolley bag behind.

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When she was done with her story, Carrie got distracted by the sound of Eric pissing into the toilet behind her. She had been so preoccupied with telling her tale while admiring her beauty through the lavatory's mirror that she didn't realized Eric had lost interest halfway. Due to the limited space, Carrie could feel the passenger shaking the last few drops of piss out before zipping up.

"Why'd you do that?" Carrie turned around and said. Her expression was that of a very displeased lady.

"Oh... Eh... I was actually... Eh... kinda need to go... while I was looking for you... But... but... I was listening to every word... you've said...," Eric said. He couldn't explain why he was still stammering even though he knew that it was his best pal underneath that gorgeous Carrie-skin.

Her displeasure was still apparent as she lifted herself back onto the small washbasin countertop. "No... Mr. Roberts, that's not what I'm asking," Carrie said as she spread her pantyhosed legs apart, exposing her crotch to the lucky passenger. "I was wondering why'd you keep your cock in your pants when my pussy is all wet and waiting to be fucked?"

The same dumb look remained on Eric's face as he finally picked up the hint. Fumbling like his usual self, he quickly unbuckled and re-released his fully erect penis which in itself was already dripping with precum. His bewildered eyes never left Carrie's nether region, obviously encouraged by the sight of the large damp spot on the crotch of her panties through her black pantyhose. The only obstacles were Carrie's dainty fingers as she started rubbing the underwear against her sex while waiting for Eric to 'untangle' himself from his pants.

When he finally did, Carrie utilized her free hand to pull Eric towards her for a passionate make out. It made the former Tim wonder if this was Carrie's hormone working in full force as he would never consider kissing another guy if he was still a guy. Nevertheless, the stimulation she was receiving from her clit was making her going as far as probing Eric's mouth with her tongue. She then allowed the 21 year old virgin to plant hickeys on her neck while brushing his corona against her crotch. The resulted stimulus was heavenly to say the least as she felt Eric groping at her still well-guarded breasts.

With a generous intention, the lustful air hostess unbuttoned her navy blue jacket - affording better access to her unexpected lover. Eric literally ripped her blouse apart causing buttons to bounced of the lavatory's wall. Her bra was the only hindrance as she lent a hand by popping her right mammary up and over the lingerie before pushing Eric's eager mouth towards its nipple. Mind-blowing sensations immediately surged through Carrie's slender form as she reveled in Eric's sucking and tongue slashing. His hours spent on watching pornography had finally put to good use.

However, a bit of guidance was still in order. While keeping her svelte hand stroking at his cock, she ordered the young man to tear a hole through Carrie's black hosiery.

"Don't ruin her pantyhose. She didn't bring a spare..." Carrie reminded, oddly referring herself in third person.

The initial fumbling was again... expected before Eric finally managed to make a small tear big enough for his equipment to pass. He couldn't resist rubbing Carrie's silk panties against her crotch as his fingers immediately detected her warmth and wetness. By now, Carrie knew that her lover needed no further invitation as she felt him tucked aside her underwear before pushing his head pass her well-lubricated lips.

This was a first for the former Tim as much as for Eric. When he pulled on Megan and became Eric's sister, he didn't manage to tempt his friend into an incestuous act. No matter how in awe Eric was, he just couldn't bring himself to loose his virginity to his own sister even though she was the hottest chick in her school. In the end, the former Tim ended up spending the night molesting his stolen body in Meghan's room while Eric had to bear the lewd moans getting through to his.

On this occasion, it was different. Eric was releasing all of the pent up desire on a beautiful stranger he had just met - even though her body was under the control of Tim. As for Tim, it was a case of finally able to tell the difference between a real cock from Meghan's collection of stationaries. With each thrust, Carrie could feel her vagina gripping onto Eric's 7-inch rod while the friction against her clit sent multitudes of electric-like sensations throughout her body. She could feel her void getting filled as Eric pounded her like there was no tomorrow. This was definitely on a different level than masturbating in Meghan's body while experimenting with the 18 year-old's clothes and lingerie.

Within minutes, Carrie experienced her first orgasm while Eric continued hammering his cock into the stewardess's tight snatch. The tightening of her legs wrapped around the young man's hips did very little to slow him down as he looked to unleash the repressed beast inside of him. Carrie could not tell if it was still the same Eric she knew as he seemed like a man possessed.

It's not like the former Tim minded at all, seeing that his recently acquired female body was sending all sorts of wonderful stimulus to his brain. In fact, the phony Carrie could sense her second orgasm coming. After a few more minutes, she could detect the jerkiness in Eric's rhythm as she felt her own muscles tensed. If her first orgasm was like a huge wave crashing down on her, the second was definitely a tsunami.

At the same time, Carrie braced herself for the last few thrusts from Eric. It was followed quickly by his deep groan before Carrie felt her womb getting filled up with warm jizz. It was another discovery for the former Tim as he basked in the pleasure of his own female orgasm while getting his first taste of receiving another man's hot cum.

The unlikely couple collapsed onto each other within the restrictive space of the lavatory after the amazing sex. They were both panting while enjoying the post-climatic glow in each other arms.

"I know this is kinda cliche but I've gotta say: Welcome to the Mile High Club buddy," Carrie said as she began putting back her clothes.

Still breathless, Eric could only grin and nod as he too started pulling up his pants. Unlike him, Carrie was struggling a little to put her clothes back especially in such limited space. She had to wait for Eric to leave the lavatory before she could proceed with her attire readjustment. A bit of improvisation was required with the lost buttons but thankfully she did bring a spare blouse.

On the way out, Eric was taken aback by the number of passengers who were already waiting outside. His face blushed immensely when he even had to inform an elderly man who was trying to use the lavatory that it was still occupied. A few of them showed displeasure while some couldn't help giggling behind his back. The warmth on his face was almost palpable as he settled back into his seat. The stern look on one of Carrie's colleague's face suggested that she could be in trouble.

However, Eric spotted something really peculiar when the stern-looking air hostess walked passed his seat immediately after he was seated. Her tag told Eric that her name was Elizabeth. She seemed older than Carrie - probably in the late 30s. The difference in color of her tag appeared to indicate that she was of the supervisory rank. Her blonde hair was fashioned similarly to Carrie's while her face was still lovely despite her lack of friendliness. Despite being in the same uniform, Elizabeth's figure had slightly more curves than Carrie's slender form even though they were of similar height.

Elizabeth was a beautiful woman and there was absolutely nothing wrong about that - except that she was wearing a 'watch' identical to Eric's AER device. As she was passing his seat, the chief stewardess stopped and stared at the AER device on Eric's wrist before moving on. The sudden change of mood from her displeasure to flashing a malicious grin further convinced Eric of his suspicion. He might not be the only receiver of the mysterious gift.

By the way that Elizabeth was looking at him during the rest of the flight, Eric had a feeling that the trip to Paris would be more interesting than he and Tim had anticipated.

To be continued?