David stumbled over to the bathroom, eyes widening at the Indonesian woman staring back in the mirror. He reached up to touch his delicate features in awe and marveled at the soft curves of his new body. His hands roamed lower, cupping and squeezing his soft boobs through the thin fabric of his vest. It felt good. Too fucking good. Transfixed, David let his new panties drop to the floor, bringing his new pussy into view. The sight of his hairless mound and plump lips making it throb with need. Unable to resist, David began teasing his sensitive folds, gasping at the electric jolts of pleasure. He moaned, a deep feminine moan.
KNOCK KNOCK! Just as he plunged two fingers into his sopping wet cunt, a sharp knock sounded at the door. David froze. “Hello? Is someone in there?” came a thickly accented voice through the door. Panicking, he pulled his panties back up, pussy juices seeping into the fabric. He then walked to the door but hesitated, a hope they would give up floating in his mind, KNOCK KNOCK! Another round of sharp knocks rang out. He decided that he’d better answer and so cracked open the door. On the other side were two stunning Indonesian women, wearing the distinctive uniforms of Indo Airways. Theiar dresses bearing the same pattern as his shoes. “Hi, sorry for bother you, but have you seen a missing bag. We tracked…” the shorter one started to ask before trailing off, her eyes falling to the batik print flats adorning David’s small feet. The flight attendants exchanged a knowing look before barging in and slamming the door behind them. “Ya, look like you see our bag… and look inside too!” the taller one smirked. “W-wait, I can explain” David stammered, backing away. “Shhh, no need explain. We understand,” cooed the shorter one, pulling her dress over her head, revealing her perfect tits encased in a strappy black bra. She then pouted kindly as she sauntered over to David, her hips swaying. “Poor girl. You must so confuse in your pretty new body, ya?” She reached out to gently caress David’s feminine face. “No worry, we help you feel better.” As she said this, the taller attendant moved behind him: “just relax, we help.”
In a flash, she then grabbed David’s slender arms and yanked them high above his head. “W-What…” David’s protests were cut off as the other woman quickly slid her dress over his head and down his body: the silky material hugging his new figure tightly. For a moment, David struggled but the taller woman held him tightly. A searing pain then smashed through David’s head, causing his knees to buckle, the taller woman’s holding him up. Images flashed behind his eyes: serving drinks to leering men, bending over to give them a peek at his cleavage, giggling at their dirty comments. Each flash of foreign memory painfully chipped away at David’s identity, erasing the man he was. He whimpered and writhed as visions pounded into his brain: seductively pouring drinks, accidentally brushing his ass against a passenger’s lap, servicing the cock of a VIP customer in the toilet before bending over, begging to be filled… As tears streamed down his cheeks, the tall flight attendant moved her hands to grope his new breasts while the shorter one rubbed his pussy through his clothes. He twitched and spasmed, legs weakening as a gush of desire flooded his pussy. The desire making it even harder to stop his oldself crumbling as something new took hold: Dewi, the flirty, submissive stewardess.
David’s, no, Dewi’s, last ounces of resistance eroded with each passing second. A warm blush stained his, her, cheeks as she stopped struggling and leaned into the flight attendants’ touch, moaning needily. “There, there, just let it go…” The shorter woman cooed. “Become our sexy little sister!” Urged the tall one. With a final breathy moan, Dewi’s eyes slowly closed before fluttering open. “Terima kasih! (Thank you!)” She said before purring in an Indonesian accent. “I ready serve Indo Air now!”
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