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Patreon Prompt 310
🕑 Added 2023-01-22 16:14:30 +0000 UTCPrompt: A flight attendant wanders into his partner's hangar after his shift is over, accidentally setting off the fueling station and getting himself turned into a busty and feminine jet blue plane as a result of getting pumped up with the fuel.
Tasked with finding out what his co-worker Saul was doing at the hangar after hours, West had snuck in through the back door. Finding only private jet planes and equipment scattered around the room, he was just about ready to turn around to go home. That was until he noticed a pair of hoses laying across the ground hooked up to an odd fuel container. Not wanting to leave the hoses for someone to trip on, he followed the trail to the middle of the hangar to find the nozzles. Picking up the ends with the intention of putting them up, he didn’t get the chance as they moved on their own to latch onto his chest.
West’s shock was replaced with strange euphoria as the fuel began to pump into his body. Where the nozzles had clamped onto his chest sprung a set of heavy breasts that shimmered with a blue, metallic hue. This same coloring spread across his body as it grew to staggering heights. Stumbling around the hangar under the influence of the fuel, he began to tear away at what remained of his clothes. Left completely nude, there was no longer anything blocking his view of his new womanhood and other features of his new body.
A feminine moan erupting from West’s lips coincided with her head shaping into a point. Breaking free from the nozzles left her breast to freely sway about and show off the intake valves that took the place of her nipples. Her wayward steps through the hangar were somewhat balanced out by the pair of jet wings that appeared on her back to give her a semblance of stability. Still stumbling around in an attempt to make sense of the sensations of her new, 33 foot tall body she ended up falling into the arms of something just as large as herself.
Tilting up her head, West was met by the sight of another living jet plane with a sleek, black look. Introducing himself as Saul, West’s coworker tried to explain the intricacies of his fascination for something called aeromorphs. This conversation lasted only as long as it took for the feeling of Saul’s hands pressed up against West’s curvy rear to get her to push forward for a kiss to start a more in-depth inspection of these new forms.
