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Stewardess out of love (Monthly tale - 33) X
🕑 Added 2021-01-19 13:16:44 +0000 UTC(Woman into duck)*
Routine, routine, routine... that’s the life of a stewardess, or I guess of anybody with a similar job. Flying from place to place, something so amazing for most folk, or terrifying for some, soon turns into daily mundanity.
From Cosmopolitan South to Rural North, from New York to Tokyo, from Washington to Tulsa... from Texas to Toronto, oh, yeah, that one was the flight where it happened.
Maybe it was inevitable, in such a drifting job in a crazy world where such fantastical drugs are available. Perhaps it was just a matter of time? When your work makes you so close to frequently losing your sense of time and place, you are truly putting your own concept of self at the edge due to the stress.
I guess that’s why...
“Adriana! For fucks sake! Could you stop staring at the clouds and give me a hand!”
Virginia made me blink and stop my staring out at the sea that lay beyond the plane’s tiny window, the plane from Boston to Toronto. I yawned, stretching my arms.
“Sorry! I spaced out there!”
“I’m gonna kick your ass into outer space if you don’t help me already!”
Unapologetically bold and without any softness in her tongue. I had met her on my first day, my first flight, I met her by seeing her bare ass when I stumbled into the flightdeck.
It was a damn fine ass.
She was a fit tall woman with a long slim neck, pitch dark skin, perky breasts, fierce amber eyes and curly hair cut very short. She didn’t show any shame or remorse that day in the cabin as I stared at her ebony anus and cunt as she sucked on the captain’s cock.
“Could you close the door, darling?” she asked politely with a smirk and wink. “I have to finish blowing off our commander in chief!”
I gulped and closed the door.
She took me under her wing after that, becoming my mentor, my friend and a sort of older sister. She had some variety of sexual intercourse with every single pilot we had to work under.
Good old Virginia, oh, she was certainly a few years older than me, but I only pissed her off by making the mistake of asking her age once, and I never repeated that error again.
We were both wearing our flight attendant uniforms, that sky blue fabric, with the silly hat, the stockings, the heels that made you hate your toes after a couple hours on your shift... and the very short skirt...
It was a private company, and they specifically told us to shake our tits and butts for the passengers pleasure, as we attended their needs pleasantly.
Sigh...
“See - work is just work!” Virginia once told me with a wide smile.
She was absolutely right, that’s why she had the red scarf of a senior stewardess, but it wasn’t ever as red as her lipstick.
“ADRIANA! Holy shit!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
I rushed to help her, an old dude had puked, it happened more often than you might expect, mostly due to the number of rich douche-bags we worked for. It took us a good fifteen minutes to clean it up.
He wasn’t grateful at all.
After it was done we went back to the small rest room for a short break. I got a coffee, Virginia a cigarette.
“What’s up with you?” she asked after she’d had a few puffs of smoke.
“Nothing,” I lied.
“You are never this spaced out,” she made quotation marks with the fingers. “Come on, what’s going on ? You can tell your pal?”
I stared at her lips sucking on the cigarette’s filter while keeping mine tightly closed, but there was no way I could avoid Virginia’s inquiry.
So I confessed.
“I broke up with my boyfriend.”
She raised an eyebrow incredulously.
“Just that?”
“We had been going out for a couple of years...”
Virginia rolled her eyes.
“And now it’s over! Don’t make your life harder because of it! And don’t make MY life harder either.”
“Sorry...”
“Not your fault.”
“But... Maybe it is my fault, he told me that he couldn’t deal with me having these crazy shifts any longer, so he gave me an ultimatum: Having a boyfriend or having a job.”
“Sounds like an absolute dipshit, you picked the right answer.”
“Did I? I’m not sure if I want either a boyfriend or this job.”
Half the cigarette was gone.
“Adriana,” Virginia pointed at my chest. “Do you remember what I told you on your first day?”
“Make them pay double for swallowing?”
“No! That if this work starts messing with your head you have land and nest, at least for a while.”
“Wouldn’t you miss me?”
“Of course I would, you are my best buddy, but I can’t drag you along everyday and I care about your mental health more,” she tossed away the cigarette stub and pulled out the pills, two of them. “In the meanwhile it’s your lucky day, I have a wonder candy to share.”
Shift Inc. pills, duck hormones to help with ovulation.
Virginia always picked those, her favorites.
I shook my head.
“I think I’ll pass this time.”
“Don’t be a party pooper! Come on, you love the rush, they will cheer you up!”
“Nah, it really is fine, but thanks for the offer.”
My friend chuckled, shrugged.
“Sure, killjoy, twice the fun for me then!”
She put both pills on her tongue, winked, I could have stopped her, I should have... but she had already swallowed them...
Virginia gave a long sensual... Hmm... as she closed her eyes, as that rush I love so much took hold across her body. Sensually she rubbed herself with her hands.
Like in that hotel room in Barcelona.
I could imagine her nipples hardening and her dark pussy moistening.
It made me desire to touch her so much.
It made me desire to see her change.
I still feel guilty about it even to this day.
When she opened her eyes the pupils were dilated, her smile was sharper.
“Are you OK?” I asked.
“More than ever, duckling, ready and set to deal with four more hours of rich douche-bags!”
It was a good half hour of work.
Okay, no, it was as awful as any other, but it wasn’t the worst and that’s what we usually call good. We served drinks and appetizers, gave out pillows, shook our butts...
Then Virginia began to transform into a duck.
I was right behind her when her metamorphosis started, she was serving some booze to a dude that was salivating as she leaned forward, showing her bust.
“Is that enough, sir?” she asked.
“A... A bit m-more, please...” the passenger babbled.
I squeezed my eyes closed, clenched my lips staring directly at the back of Virginia’s neck. Right in it’s nape, below the sharply defined pointy triangle made by her hair line, it sprouted from her skin.
A tiny sharp protuberance that grew, branches extending as if it was a tiny tree... a white tree planted in her warm ebony skin... My mind was numb, terrified, I didn’t know what to do, so I mechanically extended my arm, pinched with two fingers...
“AUCH!”
The drink splashed over the passenger’s chest when the pain made Virginia jerk up, the glas landed on his lap. With one hand my friend rubbed the back of her neck, with the other she apologized.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”
“It’s fine...!” asserted the passenger with a half smile.
“ADRIANA! What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Virginia shouted at me.
“I’m sorry,” I said stiffly. “I just... You had... something on your neck...”
“You pinched me, bitch!” Virginia had become very red and sweaty. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were now very pointy. “What’s wrong with you today?”
Everybody nearby was looking at us.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
“It’s fine! Really, no need to fight, my wife gave me this shirt so I don’t even like it!” the wet passenger tried to joke, as if we cared.
Virginia nailed me with a glance... and her belly gurgled, loud enough for everybody to hear and painful enough for her to put a hand on her stomach.
Quite shameful.
“Clean up this mess! I’m... have...” her groans were interrupted by another gurgle.
“Go to the bathroom?” was my suggestion.
“Fuck off...!”
She pushed me to one side and with both hands pressed against her stomach, wobbly steps and clenched teeth she rushed to the door with the WC sign as I kept staring at her.
I remain standing stiffly in the middle of the corridor, stroking the thing I had plucked out of her skin.
Soft against my finger tips.
A white feather.
Virginia’s first feather.
“Miss, could you... bring me a towel or something... Miss...?”
Ignoring my duties as a flight attendant and leaving that horny man alone with his mess, I followed Virginia’s steps. Putting my ear against the bathroom door I heard moans, sobs and running water.
“What the heck is wrong with me...?” Virginia could be heard begging with a muffled voice from inside.
I knocked on the door.
“Virginia? Let me in.”
I knocked again.
“Let me in, please. I can’t help, but I want to see.”
After a moment the lock clicked open and I quickly sneaked in.
It wasn’t a big bathroom, there was barely enough space for the two of us and Virginia had already heated it up. She was holding herself against the sink, her face was wet and her uniform jacket was hanging open.
There was no hat on her head, it was lying on the floor.
I got a glimpse of her bra.
“Adriana...” she gasped faintly at me. “Something is wrong with me...”
“You overdosed.” I told her, calmly and coldly. “You are transforming into a duck.”
She blinked a couple of times and just nodded.
“Yes,” she looked in the mirror. “Oh, fuck me, Adriana... I... I can’t, I’m not ready for this...”
“Nobody is ever ready for such things, you knew the risks and now you are a duck in the making... Was it worth it?”
Virginia didn’t deny it.
“I am so damn horny...”
Diligently I embraced her from behind, touching and rubbing as if her flesh was clay, in a twisted way it kinda was.
Clay set to be shaped to become a very specific thing.
Her moans of delight filled my ears as I licked her leg, Virginia, strong and dominant, totally submitted to my control from the pleasure.
“Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...”
I’m not sure if that was me or her.
More intense than any turbulence.
I walked my fingers inside her blouse, pressed the bottom of her hot belly softly and found those hard ovoid bumps that her ovaries had already produced.
Her stomach purred.
Eggs.
Duck eggs.
“You are trying to hold it up, aren’t you?” I whispered in her ear. “You can’t resist it much longer...”
“Adriana, I... I can’t do... this...”
“Yes you can, it’s your nature. I messed it up a lot today, so let me help.”
With one hand I made her bend over the sink and she let herself do it with just a gasp and a bite of her bottom lip. Firmly I pulled down, skirt, pantyhose and panties all at once.
Using both hands I squeezed her firm buttocks, Virginia let out a long loud moan, I’m sure people outside the bathroom must have heard it.
That made my pussy twitch.
After a lick and a kiss to those sweaty desirable buttocks I opened them, my eyes shone, the dark round circumference of her anus was puckering and relaxing.
Breathing wetly.
“You are so far gone, you are ready.”
“Ggghhhhhg... Adriana...”
“Do it! Push!”
Virginia cursed her existence holding tightly to the lifesaver that the sink had become. She moaned again and spread her legs and I held her ass in place.
She snorted, gasped, breathed heavily... and she pushed and I felt each contraction with my fingers. I heard first hand the slippery sound of her anus opening as it came out.
“Gaaaaaaaagh... It’s... Coming...!”
It wasn’t a question, but I made certain to reassure her about it.
“Yes, you are doing it, you are laying an egg with your sweet ass.”
She clenched her teeth and sobbed, raised her head, groaned. When I let go of her ass-cheeks to grab the fruit of her labour before it crashed to the floor her buttocks didn’t close and her anus was left gaping loosely.
The slimy egg landed in my hand, I admired it and showed it to my exhausted friend, I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.
“Congratulations it’s your first lay - the first of many to come!”
Virginia stared at the pale egg, her skin turning equally pale, her hair a total mess.
“Oh, oh, fuck me, fuck me so much...” she babbled. “I don’t want to be a fucking duck! Why did I do this to myself?”
“You didn’t want to be a flight attendant either,” I pointed out to her. “Yet I know you’re going to be just as good at being a duck as you were at your job, which means you are going to be one of the best!”
I tossed the egg over my shoulder, it landed in the bathroom, three points and an extra ten when I leaned forward to kiss Virginia’s trembling lips and we both became lost in that moment for a while.
Totally moist, our lips separated.
“You are turned on by this...” my friend and sometimes lover finally realized stuporously . “You are one of those...”
Gently I tapped her nose.
“And you are a duck and have feathers on your pubes.”
Gently but firmly I held her against the sink, enjoying every inch of her changing flesh as we embraced each other with the hugging and the kissing and even some biting.
Virginia didn’t like her fate and luck at all, she might have been a little disturbed by my kinks, perhaps even upset, but it didn’t matter, because she was as horny as a duck that would even fuck a rooster.
Her middle fingers swelled and her neck gained in length as she groaned, a bit of bone cracking in her shoulder, her feet slid out of her shoes and the ripping sound that her pantyhose made as her toes changed reached our ears.
I recoiled, her face around her eyes and across her forehead was covered in feathers.
A mask of feathers worthy of a ballet's main star.
Yet my friend was no swan, but only a common duck, albeit a very horny one.
She was playing with her tits and her nipples.
“You’ll soon lose these,” I told her. “You won’t even be a mammal at the end of this...”
“For fuACK! QUACK! Adriana!”
Her first loud quacking brought looks of shame and misery to her eyes, I fondled and rewarded them with a kiss.
My friend’s entrails growled and boiled again, I would already have been taller than her if it wasn’t for her neck getting so long. I helped her sit on the sink as we both got ready for the next egg that was coming.
I skillfully massaged her groin, my fingers slid amongst the feathers as Virginia’s voice stretched into a lewd quack.
With my own hand I felt how her whole sex transformed as the second egg came out. Her vagina turned into a cloaca in a fascinating and almost unbelievable manner as her pussy and butthole began to slowly slide towards each other.
I could finger both holes with one hand as Virginia’s second egg dropped right into the palm of my hand.
We just let that one drop onto the floor, I kept masturbating her, forcing more quacks out of her throat as her anus and cunt became one.
The tender slippery feeling when the two holes finally merged and my fingers met one another.
Someone knocked on the door, disturbed by all the noise we were making.
We don’t bother answering.
I lifted my head from her tits and looked at her feather covered face, such wonderful plumage atop her thin stretched neck. She was looking down at her own hands, becoming deformed into meaty flippers that could no longer serve food or pump cocks.
“Virginia, you are no longer a mammal.” I informed her.
“QUACK!” was her reply.
Using both hands I grabbed her head, sliding upwards I caused her hair to fall from her scalp, leaving virgin skin ready for the spreading plumage.
The shrinking of her skull.
Her head was now smaller on top of a thinner neck.
“I’m sorry, so sorry,” I told her. “But thanks, thank you for being a duck.”
Like magnets, our faces were pulled together and we shared a passionate kiss, Virginia’s last human one, a long warm kiss that lasted so long that her flat orange beak was fully formed when we finally pulled apart.
I gave that beak another small kiss.
“Adriaaaaaaaanck... Adriaaaaaaaaaaana... QUACK! Quack,” gobbled my lover’s duck head. “Could... QUACK... you do me... a QUACK... favours...”
“Of course, anything... anything that isn’t joining you in the pond...” I chuckled.
She chuckled too, well as good a chuckle as you can make with a beak... but if she had asked for that right then I would probably be quacking now...
Instead she leaned her long avian neck forward and her beak whispered in my ear. My eyebrows lowered, I rub the back of her head, and nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, sure, you can count on me, mamma duck...”
Virginia rubbed her forehead against mine, then she showed me her forming wings.
“QUACK! Open the doorck, pleash...!”
I nodded once more and fulfilled her request, I opened the door and followed her to her last stand.
With a wobbling walk worthy of her new kin she left the bathroom, mostly naked. Her ass swelling and deforming, becoming covered with feathers, her pantyhose ripped by the toes of her flat orange webbed feet.
Her jacket was hanging loosely from her wings.
We took quite the route, a proper dramatic scene, the entire plane saw Virginia, who now was what you could describe as a plump duck with tits.
Virginia looked back at them, without any shame or remorse.
All those rich leeches and worse that thought of us as candy for their eyes.
And so my friend made her final statement as a human, flapping her wings as the changes came to their inevitable conclusion, as every part of the woman was replaced by those of the duck, she honked and quacked and yelled out.
“FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FACK YOCK! FUACK! FUACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK! QUACK!”
Her tits sank into the feathers, all her height was lost and a duck eventually continued quacking in frustration in front of the passenger seats, until, very tired, she layed a third egg and sat down on the clothes of the woman she had once been.
The plane reached it’s destination without any other remarkable occurrences.
A couple of weeks passed.
Toronto was Virginia’s birthplace, I had never known that until she told me in the bathroom. I quit as a stewardess, but didn’t return the uniform. Wearing it and carrying Virginia the duck in a cage I went to one of the city’s parks.
It was a sunny cheerful day, the park had a nice pond with plenty of ducks.
Virginia stepped out as soon as I opened the cage, shook her feathers out, she was a very dignified bird. Smirking I tied the red bow around her thin neck.
She quacked.
We rubbed foreheads... and then my duck left to join her kindred in the water...
They eagerly met her, she would be kept safe, even if she was no longer human at least she got what she wanted out of it.
And me?
Well, that may be up to you.
