Red Eye Flight is a series of captions about a mysterious stranger with the ability to warp reality and the adventures he gets into when he flies the very friendly skies.

The first post in this series is here. All stories in the serires tagged here.

Wendy shivered in anticipation, her nipples painfully hard, her pussy achingly wet. Would he remember her? Would it be like last time?

She wasn’t sure, but all she did know was that she’d been waiting for this day for the last two years.

In fact, it was the only reason she still worked for the airline, she could have made far more money in a strip club or as a high class prostitute.

Her perseverance had paid off though, and here he was.

Once they had reached cruising altitude, she’d closed off the first class section, walked back to the front of the plain and stripped down to just her heels and hat and then walked between the seats until she reached him.

She screwed up her courage and cleared her throat, “Excuse me Sir, is there anything I can do for you?” she asked and he turned his head towards her.

The piercing red eyes, shrouded in darkness even in the brightly lite cabin, caused her to gasp as they fell on her.

She felt, more than saw, a smile cross his lips and she dropped to her knees and crawled over to him.

“Please Sir… use me… use me like last time…” she got out as she lowered her head and kissed his shoes. His hand came to rest on her ass and a shiver of pleasure ran through her body.

Then she felt his power course through her, just like it had years ago. What would he make her this time?

Last time he’d shaved twenty years off her age and made her in to a dick sucking, big titted, slut.

This time she felt her entire body course with his power, and then everything start to enlarge around her. She quickly realized it was her own body shrinking instead, until she easily fit in between the seats in front of him.

But it was more than that too. Her tits seemed to be getting bigger and rounder. Her waist and ass were changing proportions, her legs growing longer. Then she felt it on her head as well, her long black hair lightening and lengthening, her lips and mouth reforming, her eyes changing as well.

Then, as his power entered her mind, she knew exactly what she was. She was a blowup sex doll, part of the plane’s equipment, inflated during the flight for the first class passengers to use for their own pleasure.

A small squeak escaped her round lips instead of the low moan she intended as he gripped her around her tiny waist and lowered her down on to his lap to be used as she was meant to be.