Popular Post MuscleAndBulge Posted May 12, 2023 Popular Post Share Posted May 12, 2023 I just got off a 12 hour flight. I have had a bit of creative energy and a lot of time to kill so this is what I came up with. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I stood in the airport terminal with my boarding pass tucked into my passport, looking at the screen to see what gate I needed. I can still feel the frustration as I march off towards my gate. I can't believe they charged me an overweight luggage fee. It was half a pound! As if they couldn't just let that go. Part of me thinks the guy behind the counter was jealous of how tightly my shirt sleeves wrapped around my biceps. I've been dialling in my training at the gym and it's showing. But what really stuck with me was how the guy behind the counter grinned and said "trust me, you'll be glad I charged you." What the hell does that even mean? Shaking the thought out of my head, trying to let go of the frustration, I take a seat near my gate and start reading some of the new posts on a bodybuilding forum. I'm traveling for a conference that I'm sure is going to be nothing but a snore fest, but at least my meals are covered and I get to be somewhere warm for a week. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to hanging out by the pool so I can show off my sculpted body I've been working on. Speaking of which, I look down and flex my quads. My leg workouts must be really hitting the mark, cause my jeans are looking tight! I spend the rest of my time waiting by doing the normal airport things until I hear the announcement that they're going to start boarding my flight. As I approach my seat, I remember just how much I've grown since the last time I've flown anywhere. This 8 hour flight is going to be cramped and uncomfortable as hell. I nod and half smile at the person sitting next to me, who seems not too pleased to be sitting next to someone who is clearly going to have a hard time sharing the arm rest. And of course they're right. It's impossible for me to keep my shoulders inside the bounds of my seat and I inevitably spill over into their space. Even my legs are too thick to not cross over onto the faux leather seat cushion that defines their territory. "Damn" I think to myself "I've really bulked up since my last flight" I knew I had gained some substantial mass but I'm even surprising myself with how comically small my seat seems to be for me. I buckle in and half listen as the cabin crew explains how a seatbelt works and to not inflate the lifejacket until leaving the plane, all the while I'm trying my best to not shove my seat neighbour into the aisle. I might be big... Bigger than I thought..? But I'm still trying to be polite. We take off and the plane climbs to cruising altitude and I just can't get comfortable. I shift and adjust, and it feels like I'm somehow making it worse. "You okay, man?" The guy next to me asks, clearly annoyed by everything going on. "Yeah, sorry. It's just a tight squeeze for me" "Uh huh..." He says, like I just pointed out the most obvious fact in the world. The cabin crew starts to pass out the in-flight meal, so I lower my tray table but it won't lay flat. I push down on it, trying to make it level when I feel pressure in my groin. It isn't laying flat because a lump of man meat between my legs isn't letting it. "What the..." I whisper to myself in disbelief. I knew I was a little above average but this is way more than I boarded the plane with. As I'm staring in disbelief, I hear a groaning sound coming from my shoulders. My shirt is being stretched over my shoulders and lats, which have now forced my shocked seat neighbour to lean over his arm rest to make room for me. The seams of my jeans start to pop as my thighs become too much for them to handle. My pecs are filling up half of my tray table as I continue to grow. The various sounds of my outfit straining are starting to cause a commotion amongst the other passengers, meanwhile I can't help but smile as I watch my dreams come true aboard a 747 at around 30,000 feet in the air. The other passengers in my row stand up as I become so broad that there's no hope of them staying seated next to me. I'm savouring the sounds of my clothes being torn away as I become more and more massive, leaving me in nothing but the speedo I wore under my clothes in the hopes of getting to the pool as soon as I got to the resort. I can feel my now-exposed pecs pressing against the row of seats in front of me as I shift my body so I'm in the middle seat and each arm now takes up the seats on either side. More passengers around me scurry away as it becomes clear that the growth isn't slowing down. The seats around me start to crumple and bend as my body expands outwards. I flex one arm and grope the expanding bulge between my legs with the other. I hear the captain make an announcement about an emergency landing, but I'm too focused on the fact that I'm taking up more and more of the cabin with my growing body. At this point I can reach out and touch both sides of the plane, and my arms are bigger than any other chest on board this flight. As I flex and grow, I'm sending chairs and carry-on luggage flying every which way. My legs spread out wider and wider, due to both how huge the muscles are getting and the bulge between them forcing them outwards. Everyone on board is huddling up against either the front or the back of the plane as they watch me go from buff to Hulk and, to my delight, even bigger. I can feel the engines revving up as they work to handle all my extra mass. Music to my ears. All my flexing seems to spur on more growth as my elbows start to bump into the walls of the plane when flexing my biceps. It's now impossible for my ankles to not touch the walls, my thighs wider than a bodybuilder's shoulders and a bulge that rivals a smart car keeping them splayed out. I can feel the plane making a rapid descent as I try to flex and force more growth onto my already immense body. My pecs are heaving as my lustful panting makes them rise and fall rapidly, both now approaching the size of my queen sized mattress, but twice as thick. Now I notice that I can no longer bring my arms up for a bicep flex. My growth obsession seems to be overriding my claustrophobia, because I only care about more. More muscle. More cock growth... Just... More! And I keep getting what I wish for as my shoulders are now taking up the whole width of the plane and my pecs pressing firmly into the ceiling. My bulge, refusing to be upstaged, is taking up every square inch it can find that isn't already taken up by my legs that are themselves starting to dwarf some sequoia trees. It's at this point that I realize that I'm now completely stuck inside this metal tube in the sky. I can't move at all as my over-developed muscles and gargantuan bulge take up most of the cabin. The metal starts to groan as my body refuses to stop growing. The plane makes an emergency landing at a large international airport somewhere along our flight route. And not a moment too soon as the metal exterior of the plane starts to split much like my clothes did. The crew and passengers inflate the slides and escape as the plane buckles and I feel my backside touch the runway. With a powerful flex, the metal explodes and my body is exposed to the open air. My arms and legs stretch out and expand as I lay on the runway. My lats now spread out as wide as the now crumpled wings once did. I'm sitting amongst the wreckage of the plane I just outgrew and I take stock of the raging hard-on that is free to extend upwards now that it's no longer trapped inside the confines of a plane. I notice the cylindrical shape of the plane I once fit inside and come up with a clever idea. With some reduced mobility, I reach out and grab the front half of the plane and instert my monolithic cock into the tube and thrust into it. This gets me the result I'm looking for, feeling the plane gently squeeze my shaft as I jerk it up and down. My biceps and pecs rub against each other as I feel the expansion continue, making it harder to move by the minute. With a crash, I bring a whole new meaning to the word "cockpit" as my cock head smashes through the front of the plane. At this point, my arms are getting close to not being able to reach the metal tube I'm using as a flesh light, so I start working it faster while I still can. My pecs are now so large that I can only see the tip of my towering cock as it moves in and out of the cockpit with each thrust. I feel my blimp-sized nuts churn and rumble as they pull up and my cock starts to twitch. With a roar of satisfaction, a geiser of cum erupts out of me. A surge of growth causes what's left of the plane to split and crumble away as my cock becomes too huge for it. Although my head is surrounded by my pecs, lats, and shoulders, I can still see that my dick is now casting a shadow over the air traffic control tower, and this fills me with an enormous sense of satisfaction. Cumming seems to have sent my growth into overdrive as. I take up the entire width of the runway and dwarf the airport that stands next to my colossal body. I can't help but smile as I lay there, unable to stand due to all the muscle mass that now covers my body, knowing that I wouldn't have it any other way. My traps crash into the airport terminals. The thickness of my pecs now greater than the height of the air traffic control tower as my muscles continue to expand. I can feel the growth slowing down as I take up the entire footprint of the airport and the surrounding area. I chuckle as I realize my pecs are now large enough for a plane to land on if the captain wanted to try an alternative place to set their plane down. Although, the same could be said about my cock and thighs. 31 4 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 I would have added: "And then I wake up when my seatmate elbows me in the ribs. Apparently I have been snoring since the plane took off. I wipe a thin ribbon of drool from the corner of my mouth..." But then I am like that! Awesome work! I am not usually into titanification stories but this one is clever and entertaining beyond measure! 1 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 And, yes, currently at IND Gate A5 awaiting a 7:08 a.m. flight to Atlanta! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
MuscleAndBulge Posted May 13, 2023 Author Share Posted May 13, 2023 1 hour ago, arpeejay said: Awesome work! I am not usually into titanification stories but this one is clever and entertaining beyond measure! Hey thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I don't usually go for the "and then it was all just a dream" cliche but feel free to interpret it as a dream sequence. Enjoy your flight! 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
arpeejay Posted May 13, 2023 Share Posted May 13, 2023 1 minute ago, MuscleAndBulge said: Hey thanks! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I don't usually go for the "and then it was all just a dream" cliche but feel free to interpret it as a dream sequence. Enjoy your flight! I'm just wondering what he's going to do next. The typical response to these events involves tanks and fighter jets. Here's hoping he finds a refuge somewhere! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kymuscleboy Posted May 14, 2023 Share Posted May 14, 2023 That was an absolutely fantastic story! Imagining a guy growing out of a plane, a 747 no less, and then growing so large as to use it as a sex toy is just as hot as can be. The way you wrote the story, I felt like I was there watching it happen or even having it happen to me. 1 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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