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Plane Crazy
🕑 Added 2023-05-27 18:50:39 +0000 UTCWritten by HikerAngel
Commissioned by TRM
A large plane flew dangerously close to the two women that were witnessing its descent back to the airbase. Two bonnets found themselves victim to the brutal current of air as they were blasted off the girls’ heads, cast into the endless azure of the scenic coastline behind them. For the young, hopeful Rosa, however, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the real visual splendor—the Vought F4U-4 Corsair fighter plane that was now finally parking itself on the ground.
“Showoff.” That was all the other woman had to say.
“Mom! C’mon, you have to admit it was quite the dazzling spectacle!” Rosa shouted at her stubborn mother. Evelyn—who already did not approve of her daughter’s tryst with a fighter pilot she had met last week—was particularly grumpy that Rosa had dragged her all the way to the coast just to see some trumped-up flyboy who did not live up to the hype.
“I’ve got nothing to admit, Rosalinda. He just did a few loop de loops in that doohickey and called it a day. Now I’ve got sand in my shoes and am down a bonnet.” Her grumbling only intensified, though by that point her daughter was done listening to the ramblings of her mother, running off to greet her new “boyfriend.”
She had a spring in her step as she leapt into his open grasp, the frills of her beautiful white sundress like a second pair of arms around his dark green pants as she hugged him tight. When the hug finally broke, the two shared a passionate kiss which made Evelyn sick to her stomach. This wannabe was the last person she wanted as a potential son-in-law!
“Oooh, Elliot! This has got to be the prettiest plane I’ve ever seen!”
Evelyn desperately wanted to respond with oh, just like the other five right next to it? But she restrained herself from doing so. All this plane praise was seriously beginning to tick her off. It didn’t help that she could overhear other pilots yammering to their compatriots about the exact same thing. There were probably about ten other people in her overall vicinity with the exact same stupid hard-on shared for these overrated hunks of metal! Oh how she wanted nothing more than to tap into her innate rage and show these stupid flying machines what for!
“That’s right, doll. This here’s one of the finest fighters the air force ever supplied!” he rambled, Rosa’s eyes growing wider while Evelyn’s shrunk to a piercing squint. “While the P-47 might have it beat in overall altitude, this girl’s easily 20 kilometers faster than that dinky thunderbolt. And, of course, it blew that pitiful A6M out of the sky!”
Most of what he had said blew right over Rosa’s head much like his plane had earlier, yet she was still endlessly enthralled with both. However, it only served to further infuriate Evelyn, who was now quickly reaching her boiling point and found herself unable to keep a lid on her comments.
“Oh phooey, big deal! So he knows his plane facts! I bet this poser has never even seen active combat!” She then gave a large harumph, crossing her arms under her sizable breasts.
Rosa was appalled at her mother’s behavior, but the pilot knew this was an uphill battle he could win with persistence. After all, he wouldn’t take her daughter’s hand in marriage without her approval first.
“Well, I don’t mean to be a bore at all, ma’am,” Elliot politely responded, taking off his cap in respect to his girlfriend’s mother. “If you want to see something more exciting, you need look no farther than this little trinket I snagged while up in enemy lines. Yes’m, those Fritz really like their artifacts and strange jewelry.”
He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved a small golden ring with a strange jewel attached to it. While Evelyn had been working in Lapidary for a decade or so of her fifty year life after her husband had passed, it was like nothing she’d recognized. It appeared to capture an unusual green hue, creating a murky swirl of light and darkness within its crystalized form.
“Ohmigosh, mom! It looks so pretty!” Rose couldn’t help but blurt out, fully enamored by its unusual qualities. Evelyn was too set in her ways to be anything but unamused. It’s not like she was jealous or anything! Especially not because her daughter was a male magnet and she hadn’t been in the dating scene since “World War 1” was called “The Great War.”
But what Elliot did next made the older woman’s blood boil.
“Rosalinda Constance Claire, please make me the happiest man in the world today…” he got down on one knee, presenting his hands like a makeshift ring box.
This wasn’t just a trinket. It was an engagement ring.
“...Will you marry me?”
A palpable silence was heard around the landing strip. Everyone waited with bated breath, wondering what Rosa’s response was going to be, as if it wasn’t already obvious.
“YES! Aaaah! Yes, yes, yes! I would love to marry you, Elliot!” Everyone on the airstrip began to cheer as Rosa became teary-eyed with joy. “Mother, can we—”
“NO!” shouted a furious Evelyn, swiping the ring out of Elliot’s hand and taking three steps back. “Rosalinda, I forbid you from marrying this, this loser!” She was running out of valid criticisms, but her whole life had been falling apart up to this point. She knew that as soon as her daughter married this man she’d be left alone.
“Mom, please! I want to marry him! Just give me back the ring!”
“Ms. Evelyn, please! I only want what’s best for you and your daughter! You can even move in with us if you’d like! I’ve got some prime real estate on the coast that I think you’ll—”
“Shut up! Silence yourself at once, f-flyboy!” She didn’t want his compromises, no matter how reasonable they seemed. Evelyn wanted to be right.
But her opinion was in the minority as people were now surrounding her on all sides. They clearly all wanted this marriage to happen. Initially, Evelyn’s plan was to chuck the ring in the water. If she never got a chance to have it, no one could. But now, it appeared to be the end of the line.
No.
There was still an out.
Without thinking much at all about the ramifications, in one final act of stubborn, petty defiance she plopped the ring into her mouth and swallowed it whole.
Rosa just sighed, as if to say “there’s my crazy mom doing crazy things again” but now Elliot was there to cheer her up. He put a loving finger under her chin, redirecting her attention to himself.
“Baby, I don’t need a ring to marry you.”
The daughter’s wavering smile and teary eyes were exaggerated even further as her body went through a rollercoaster of emotions. But Evelyn wasn’t done being the center of attention. A loud groan erupted through the air as Rosa’s mother gripped her own stomach in agony. She collapsed to her frail hands and knees, hyperventilating as a wave of queasiness overcame her.
Rosa, who was normally sympathetic to her mother’s plights, had finally had enough of this woman’s excessive nagging and control over her own daughter’s life. She shook her head in disappointment. “Ugh, mother, that’s what you deserve for trying to ruin my future! May that stomach ache bring you great discomfort for the rest of your sad, sad life!”
But then, Evelyn’s hands gripped the asphalt with heightened resolve and the rock yielded to her effortless might—an event that shocked even her.
She stood up tall, the feeling of queasiness an afterthought to the current oddity that was the two clumps of pavement she held tightly in her palms. Designed to withstand the crushing weight of a landing plane, either this landing track was shoddily made or she was now anything but.
Deciding to apathetically put this strange occurrence to another test, she reached outward with her right hand and grabbed ahold of the nearest object in her range—a particularly burly man. His initial shock was then replaced with a blood-curdling scream as Evelyn effortlessly scooped a chunk out of his torso. Shirt, undershirt, skin, blood, organs; all firmly gripped within her petite hand.
All who had circled around her had now dispersed, deathly afraid of this older woman and the sudden shift in power she now possessed. Everyone, even her own daughter, looked upon Evelyn with mortified faces. Evelyn herself, however, had adopted more of a curious look, one that jarringly morphed into a ear-to-ear grin once the full realization of her new potential set in.
Her eyes—now a verdant green as some sort of eldritch power flowed throughout her body—darted upward to meet Rosa’s in a Kubrick-before-Kubrick stare, devilish smile still as wide as ever. “Oh, my dearest Rosalinda… surely you must’ve realized by now that your mother always knows best.”
Evelyn’s attention was then drawn towards the only man still next to her, the one who was gripping his bleeding stomach in pain, unsure of what to do. He was turning pale fast, though he had managed to attract the mother’s ire with his constant screaming.
“Hmph, quit yelling so loud!”
No response—not one specific to Evelyn’s request at least.
“Fine, if you won’t shut up I’ll shut you up myself!”
She pressed her finger into the center of his chest with the intention of knocking him off-balance, however his body simply erupted into a firework of viscera on contact with her dainty touch. The splatter conveniently missed her body entirely, instead coating those around her with a red raincloud’s worth of gore. Not exactly the outcome the older woman was looking for, but the results were much the same.
Evelyn chuckled to herself as she examined her finger, the lithe digit looking no different than it had mere seconds ago before exploding a man. If anything, it looked prettier, more pristine, as if giving it worth suddenly made the appendage more appealing in Evelyn’s mind.
While her mother was spending an unusual amount of time scrutinizing her finger after exploding a man, Rosa and Elliot, who she hoped would still be her future husband after all this, were making a break for it. The pilot’s pace was faster than hers, dragging her along out of fear as they ran to the nearest bunker for safety. The last thing Rosa swore saw before the massive steel door shut behind her was her mother firing a deranged glance at her. Then, darkness.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Momma’s gonna save you from those mean old military men,” she said in a sing-songy voice, beginning a slow, calculating walk towards the bunker. Her clacking heels left cracks in the pavement as she walked.
“What’s going on?”
“We’re under attack!!”
“Shoot that woman!”
The air force base was filled with a cacophony of chaos as several men attempted to make any semblance of sense about the absurd events currently transpiring. But there was one thing they all seemed to agree on—this older woman was the cause of it all and needed to be dealt with by any means necessary.
A lone soldier attempted to end this carnage quickly, hopping into a nearby Jeep and driving it straight into Evelyn. The entire truck shuddered as military-grade steel was crumpled in contact with her presence. The man driving the truck would have been flung out the window had his legs not been crushed and contorted by the impact with Evelyn’s motherly body caving the driver’s seat dashboard in.
A fun distraction, but that was all it amounted to. With a flick of her slender index finger, the Jeep was no more, obliterated into tiny pieces which were now scattered across all regions of the world. Those could be found, restored even with enough time, effort and dedication. But not whoever the poor sap driving the machine was or formerly had been.
She continued her slow prowl towards the bunker, her hungry, half-lidded eyes queuing which armaments would be next on the chopping block on her way there. The next interesting device, however, would also make its presence known to her by attacking, that being one of the planes flying back into base which had received a distress call about Evelyn.
The hellfire of bullets was brief yet damaging. At least, if the goal was to tear holes in Evelyn’s dress only for the bullets to harmlessly bounce off of her perfect skin. She stood completely still, motionless as the plane circled back around for another chance to attack. This could go on needlessly long if Evelyn allowed it to, as the plane couldn’t damage her and she couldn’t reach the plane.
…Or could she?
The universe had proven her right to be set in her ways. Maybe, if she just believed hard enough, she’d be able to muster up enough power to reach that plane. She had never seen a human fly before, but just a few years prior there was that really popular comic about that man who could leap over tall skyscrapers in a single jump. It was worth a shot!
She concentrated, bending her legs and imagining herself leaping through the air, making the plane look redundant and inefficient in comparison. Then, it happened, her high heels left behind as she was shot into the sky at insane speeds.
Evelyn was rocketing toward the plane before the second round of shots ever reached her. She tore through the sky faster than the aircraft approaching her, only to come to an instant stop mere inches away from its front propeller, all according to plan. She let each metal rod swing around, slicing through the air, only to smash harmlessly into her indestructible breasts. She didn’t need a pathetic propeller to fly, but this bulky wannabe machine did. An unexpected side effect occurred, each successive blow of rapidly spinning metal sent pulses of electric sensation rippling through her sensitive flesh.
Her eyelids fluttered at the unexpected stimulation. Between the early death of her husband and her libido being repressed through decades of being a woman in the early 1900’s, the mere touch of a deadly blade against her impervious nipples was enough to give her a case of the vapors.
To achieve pleasure from such a lewd and unladylike act… the thought alone sent waves of desire throughout Evelyn’s tingling body. She squeezed her plump thighs together, only to feel that they were now slick with moisture.
The plane had already harmlessly ricocheted off of her impervious body, spiraling out of control but Evelyn wasn’t finished with it. There were certain… experiments she needed to try out first. In an instant, the well-endowed woman was back in front of the plane, where she effortlessly sunk her fingers into the left wing, halting all speed on the aircraft’s part. From the sudden loss in momentum, the soldier in the cockpit was thrown out of the window at blinding speeds. The black-haired beauty couldn’t be bothered to witness his fate, after all, she had more pressing matters to attend to.
Evelyn curled her fingers forward, digging them into the hardened steel with ease, enjoying the feel of the softening iron as it gave way to her impossible strength. The metal whined as it heated, beginning to flow between each slender digit of her hand like warm pudding, not too dissimilar from the mutilated man she had taken a chunk out of earlier. Once she had pushed several inches into the thick steel and had a good grip on the massively heavy flying vehicle designed to withstand the strict laws of aerodynamics, she slowly parted her hands away from each other.
With the individual atoms unable to stay connected due to the sheer power of Evelyn’s opposing pulls, the plane’s wing was torn asunder. She repeated this action with the right wing, alongside the rudders and stabilizers of the rear. Now, it was far more, well…
Far more phallic in nature.
Then she slammed it straight downward with incredible force, planting its long barrel and forward-leaning front deeply into the asphalt below. Evelyn felt the power of the impact under her feet as it shook the entire base. Several people found their balance faltering, including that of her traitorous daughter, even when deep within the bunker’s depths for protection.
Anything to keep the aircraft in place as her ravenous body went to town on it.
A flex of her glutes and her panties were eviscerated. Not that it would have mattered either way. That metal monster was going inside of her no matter what attempted to get in the way. She flew up until she was positioned directly over it, the lewd design beckoning to her as she slowly lowered herself upon it.
The steel shell of the plane groaned as if in agony, before the sound turned first to a tinny whine, then to a metallic scream. Cubic meters of uneven, jagged metal suddenly forced to conform to a rigorous shape only filled Evelyn with more pleasure as it all was slowly but surely inserted within her. It was exhilarating! Electric! Unlike anything she had ever felt before!
Her pants gained a husky undertone as they intensified, building to a thunderous climax as the entire plane was reduced to scrap metal from her kegels, more and more of it compressed inside her body as she descended closer and closer to the ground like a candle slowly burning to nothing. With a long, agonized moan, her immensely powerful body began to quiver with a heady rush of dizzying pleasure. Then, her world exploded in ecstasy.
The plane might as well have ceased existing at that point, all of it lost within the endless compression of her cavernous walls. All glass in a five mile radius around her shattered. The fuel tank beneath her erupted, engulfing her body in searing flames that felt like a relaxing summer day.
As ruined cloth fell away to reveal naked magnificence, those still alive weren’t quite sure whether to be frightened or aroused. The slopes of her massive, gravity-defying breasts dripped with the thick kerosene of her previous victim, her perfect skin impossible to stain as the sheen of oil only served to further accentuate her motherly curves and firm
But when all was said and done, she wasn’t satisfied. No, she needed more and she needed it now!
“Plane? More like, plain!” she exclaimed with the confidence only a stubborn mother could exude at such a poorly planned pun. This tiny pittance of an aircraft was nowhere near enough to satisfy the likes of her. She needed to go bigger.
An unmistakable roar from high in the sky captured her attention. What luck! A massive commercial airliner was flying over the base. At over three times the size, surely such a monolithic beast of metal would provide more pleasure to the desperate Evelyn.
Her vengeance towards military aircraft was all but abandoned now. Her hungering desire for pleasure knew no upper bound. She was addicted to the high of destruction and never wanted to come down.
Her delirium offset her flight path ever so slightly, reducing the plane’s nose to melting taffy as she attempted to grab hold of the front of it. There was no time to position it properly on the ground, nor tear off its limbs to make it more approachable. Evelyn needed her hungry pussy satiated now.
The pilot and co-pilot didn’t even get a chance to flee the cockpit before it was crinkled and crunched, buckling under the invulnerable perfection of Evelyn’s luscious form. The groaning, shrieking steel continued to give way, shrinking into the mother’s writhing body as she greedily thrust more and more of it into herself, using her toes to guide it.
A purr of pleasure evolved into a mighty roar as more and more of Evelyn’s bodily functions were lost to lust, causing her to lose control of her flight, careening down into the depths with half a plane still sticking out of her.
In the darkness of the bunker, Rosa, Elliot and the rest were wondering if Evelyn had finally given up and left. Perhaps her perceived vengeance had finally been satiated and they could finally leave. Though Rosa had been thoroughly traumatized, her loving fiancé assured her that they would rebuild a new life for themselves, one where even the superpowered might of her mother could not find them. Alas, they had perhaps spoken too soon as Evelyn kamikaze’d an entire plane into the bunker.
The breathtaking black haired beauty’s impossibly hard glutes and sculpted shoulders ground aggressively into the rock and steel, crunching its already damaged surface into a larger, denser patina of cracks with every collision. Lengthening webs of tears slithered over the surface of the reinforced bunker as the men within tensed up in shock, unsure of what their fates were. Evelyn’s perilous lovemaking refused to cease, continuing to crater the outside of the bunker as she continually thrust the compressed metal in and out of her hungering netherregions—but mostly in.
Steel bent, then broke as the cheeks of her hefty, sculpted ass clenched in preparation for another earth-melting orgasm. Concrete shattered under the tensing of her rounded shoulders and her small, bare toes. Construction meant to withstand kilotons of explosive energy tore apart like wet tissue paper under the jaw-dropping strength of Evelyn’s flawlessly feminine form.
She threw her head back in preparation for a final orgasm, that being the last push her body needed to finally breach the wall of the bunker. Evelyn locked eyes with her daughter as her head bent over upside down, Rosa catching a disturbing glimpse of her own mother pleasuring herself with an airliner.
Like witnessing a missile land with three seconds left on the countdown timer, Evelyn’s destructive orgasm was reaching its peak.
The smooth muscles of her back flexed tight as she let out a mind-exploding scream, her thighs and hamstrings clamping together as she came on the precipice of pure pleasure. The atom bomb was still fresh in everyone’s minds, and yet already there was something to surpass it in destructive potential.
A dark haze choked the air.
The sound of crumbling infrastructure was the only sound amidst a sea of silence.
Evelyn had a warm smile stretched across her face.
She sat up, perfect skin and hair unbothered by the senseless destruction she had caused. There was no one left, but she didn’t care, she enjoyed the peaceful silence. She walked forward, large motherly hips swaying confidently side to side as her thick, curly black hair flowed perfectly in the breeze.
There was nothing left of the bunker, nor the neighboring city it fed into. Evelyn’s orgasm had made sure of that.
She took off into the sunset, basking in the cool sea breeze as she allowed herself to feel weightless. Her job would never be complete, after all, there were still so many more planes to find pleasure within.
Comments
Bernard Phillips
Loved , Love this..great short story with high profile feats of strength,and you made it sexy also..Keep up the great works!!
