Keeping Filled
I was only slightly miffed when airport security confiscated my new toy.
On the bright side, it was only because they thought it was a weapon--they didn't believe a dildo could really be that big--and I was able to make my flight in time just by surrendering it, unlike that one time flying out of Denver where a particularly sensitive agent had managed to sense a toy's hopeless internal cries for help.
That one needed a little more effort to clean up.
On the downside, I now needed another way to keep myself occupied over the long weekend. Heck, I was kind of itching to be occupied right then. Well over a decade of keeping my hole stuffed on a regular basis meant it was easy to get antsy whenever I had to go without.
Fortunately they only have the body scans at the entrance to the airport.
I got a bagel and sat on the edge of the central food court, scanning the crowds for anyone who seemed suitable to being picked off.
The original stegosaurus may not have been a Mighty Hunter, but I've got years of experience.
The obvious exclusions first: nobody in a family or group. They keep track of each other and they'll notice a loss quickly--and maybe gang up on you altogether.
It may be less obvious, but you don't want to go after anyone old or infirm either, as both are more likely to have people looking out for them.
The kind of face you want to look for has a boredom that says they travel a lot--usually this is a businessman, but it'll be a businessman looking rumpled, a businessman out of his suit. If he's still neatly pressed, he's probably important enough to have someone picking him up.
The victim you want is the one no one will miss till you're at least one connecting flight away.
I spotted my target coming off a flight from Atlanta, a lanky tiger in a T-shirt that said "Keep Calm And Monetize Your Content" and carrying only a laptop bag over his shoulder. He went directly from his arrival gate to his next departure gate and took a seat without stopping to check any of the boards.
Reading the sign over the gate, I figured he had at least a couple of hours before his flight left--more time than I had, but there was still plenty of time to catch him alone. As it happened, I didn't have long to wait; shortly after he'd gotten settled, he got back up again and headed towards the restrooms.
Sometimes it's just too easy.
I followed at a respectable distance. The restroom had a moderate amount of traffic: maybe half a dozen guys in various stages of relieving themselves. The tiger moved towards the far end of the room and entered a stall; I took the one to his left.
The tinny jinglings of a mobile game from his stall masked the sound of his biological duties and helped keep him distracted as I slid my spiked tail under the dividing wall between us.
Just one swipe, one stab, and the poison is in. I was hard just thinking about it.
The tiger yelped. "Ow! What the fuck?"
"You might want to try running," I said.
Of course, my poison had already taken control; he wouldn't be going anywhere now. He fumbled to get up, still cursing, and I heard what I was actually looking for: the click of the stall unlocking. There was further cursing as he realized his feet no longer responded to his command.
I exited my stall and slipped inside his, pushing him back down onto the toilet seat.
"Just who the fuck do you think--"
But the poison was quick acting and he was powerless before he could finish his sentence, and slumped against the back of the toilet, ready for me to reshape him.
I listened to make sure nobody outside the stall had noticed the ruckus.
I found myself distracted, though, by the sight of the meat hanging between his legs.
Now, you already know I might be uncharitably described as a 'size queen'--it isn't so much that I'm a snob about smaller dicks, I just do the calculation on how good a smaller guy could possibly be with his tool versus how much I'd enjoy the mere stretch of a toy the size of his thigh.
Well, with that math, this guy would've come out on top. No, he wasn't a hyper or anything--obviously I would've noticed that kind of bulge while scoping him out--but his better-than-average soft length held a girth comparable to my fist. Most of my toys would still put him to shame, but if he was any good in bed...
Of course it was too late now, but at least I had an idea of the shape I wanted.
I slid my hand down to the base of the tiger's cock, stroking him to something like a full arousal as his frightened eyes watched me. My other hand joined in as his thickness increased. This is definitely a good starting point, I thought.
I turned, dropped my pants, and rested my weight on him, feeling my new toy slip under my tail. He moaned weakly behind me, and the twitching of his cock as he feebly attempted to get his body to move again sent little shivers up my spine.
In a less public setting, I would've put more effort into enjoying his struggle.
And if I didn't have a plane to catch, I might've put more effort into my own enjoyment.
As it was, both of us would have to go unfulfilled for a bit.
The dick in my ass kept growing thicker and thicker, the pleasure of the stretch intensifying. I shivered at the creep of the tiger's fur sliding along my scales as his body was sucked bit by bit into the mass of my new toy.
I looked down to see the change spreading in the other direction as well, his hide giving way to black and shiny rubber. I leaned back and held my new plug in place as his legs shrank away--without the firmness of his body under me, I was just sitting on an open toilet seat, and it wouldn't do for him to slip out.
Oh, but he was getting big. Reaching down to push on him with both hands, there was space to spare on either side. If he was much bigger, he might've had trouble clearing my pelvis; as it was, I knew he'd be a challenge to pull out at all.
Luckily 'out' was not in the cards right now. I rocked the base of the big plug gently against my hole, feeling it knead my insides around its immense girth.
I heard the boarding call for my flight over the intercom.
Plane or not, I really didn't want to put these sensations to waste. I leaned back further and started stroking my cock, exulting in the pleasurable stretch of my new acquisition. Not like I'm boarding first class, I thought. I still have a few minutes...
The intercom repeated itself, but more clearly: Final boarding call.
I grumbled to myself. Despite everything, I was still too far from climax to think I'd be able to get off in time.
I kicked the tiger's things aside and pulled my pants up, struggling to make myself presentable.
When I stood up, my new toy forced my legs to an awkward angle. Oof, I thought. Some toys are just not made for walking around with.
I waddled out of the restroom and up to my gate, the last to board.
No one was seated beside me on the plane, which was a mercy; I ground my rump into the seat, letting precum flood the crotch of my pants as I waited desperately for the 'fasten seat belts' sign to go out.
Every vibration of the plane made the sensations more intense.
As soon as we were okayed to get up, I waddled back to the restroom and tried to push the toy out for a bit of relief. My whole body shook as my hole strained to its extreme to let the widest part of the plug past.
I held it there, rocking it in and out with one hand and stroking my hard cock with the other as my ass rested on the narrower end of the toy.
It wasn't long before I was tensing up and firing several shots of seed across my belly.
I pulled the plug out and caught my breath, letting my poor stressed hole recover from its overuse.
My new toy, now that I looked at it, didn't seem quite as big as it had felt. When it was inside me, I was almost sure it was as big as my head, but in reality I realized it wouldn't stand out on my toy shelves: the former tiger might fill me up good, but he wasn't all that impressive.
"You're a good workout," I said to whatever was left of my victim inside the toy. "But with practice, I'm going to conquer you too."
I pushed him back inside me with a grunt of effort, and waddled back out to my seat. It would be a long flight, but I was going to enjoy every second I could.