Dream Flight

Luck didn't seem to be on Carlos' side as he ran alongside his family through the airport to reach their departure gate. An incident on the highway led to them reaching the airport with barely minutes to spare. Not that he was in much of a rush to reach his destination. He had mixed feelings about his biannual family vacation. He was excited to be out of school and off on an adventure, eager to hit the beaches in the area, disappointed that it was only for a long weekend, and frustrated that he had to spend the entirety of his vacation with his extended family. He was travelling with his parents and his older sister to meet the rest of the family at their vacation home on a quaint island off the coast of North Carolina, and he wasn't thrilled at the prospect of sharing a room with his younger twin cousins. He'd give any opportunity to be alone for once. Although he wouldn't even be able to complain about that if they missed their flight.

Upon finally reaching the gate mere minutes before closing, the attendant looked at their tickets, tapped something into her computer, then apologetically said "I'm so sorry but it appears we're overbooked in the main cabin. However we can offer tickets for the next flight plus $100 compensation each".

The entire family sighed and looked at each other. Carlos' dad shook his head. "No, we can't do that. We need to get a ferry to our vacation home, and we'll miss the last one if we got a later flight. There won't be another until the start of next week. Isn't there any way we could get on this flight?"



The woman tapped some more on her keyboard, eyes scanning the screen, until she finally said "Well there are three spare seats left in economy, and one in premium economy. I could offer an upgrade but it'd only go to one of you".

Carlos had his hand up straight away. "Oooo! Oooo! I wanna sit there! I'll take the upgrade!". Finally, he'd have the chance to get away from his family for a while and be alone, maybe the only alone time he'd get over the next 4 days.

His mom pulled down his outstretched arm and held his shoulder. "Honey, no. We can't accept the nice lady's offer, it wouldn't be fair to the rest of the family"

"Yeah, if anyone's getting that seat, it should be me." piped up Mary in a rare moment of glancing away from her phone.  "I am the older sibling after all."

Mom snapped in a harsh, strained tone "Nobody is getting the upgrade! We'll just have to board the next flight. It's only 2 hours away and your grandfather can get us from the pier in his fishing boat if we miss the ferry."

Dad sucked his teeth. "We can't do that, dear. The engine gave out on Pop's boat a few days ago, there's no other way to get there. Mary, you can have the seat and we'll just get by in economy"

"That's not fair!" Carlos screamed, a few travellers turning round to stare. "I called the seat first, I should get to sit there!"

Mom was about to scold him but the flight attendant cleared their throat and directly addressed Carlos. "I don't know, little man. You don't seem mature enough to handle sitting up front by yourself."

Carlos looked them in the eye and flinched. This wasn't the woman who was just checking them in.  She'd been replaced by a rather intimidating man. There was something off about him. The way he constantly smiled without any emotion, the teeth a little too perfect and white. His voice was rough and commanding, yet his tanned skin had no sign of wrinkle or blemish. It was almost like he was wearing a costume of some sort. Neither his parents or his sister seemed to be phased by his sudden appearance which was strange. Either way, he didn't like the man's patronising tone. He nodded furiously, replying "Uh-huh! I'm super mature! I'm the top of my class, and I walk home from school by myself every single day! I can handle it! Pleeeaase!!"

The man smirked slightly before printing out a replacement ticket and handing it to Carlos. "Well I can't say no to that. Here you go, little man. Maybe you'll find it life-changing".

Carlos grabbed the ticket from the man with a big "thanks!", much to the dismay of his parents. He then stuck his tongue out at his sister, who rolled her eyes and readily resumed texting her boyfriend in those precious few minutes before boarding. Carlos thought back to the man's words, the way he called him 'little man' made him seethe with hatred. How dare he be so patronizing to him, he was almost 10 years old! He considered himself far more mature than the other kids his age. He grabbed his Voltron backpack and headed for the gates, saying goodbye to his parents as they continued through to their seats, his mom reminding him that he could always visit them in economy during the flight if he wanted some company. Carlos just laughed, this was his moment for some alone time. He wouldn't be doing that.

It didn't take Carlos long to find his seat. He'd been assigned to premium economy, where the seats were noticeably bigger and had much more leg room than he even needed. But it was his seat, and he didn't have to listen to his parents bicker about their family or his sister moan about missing her boyfriend. He could sit back, watch a movie, and enjoy those final few hours before entering the hell of family reunion.

As Carlos got himself comfortable in his seat, the creepy man who gave him the ticket happened to walk up the aisle carrying a tray with a single drink on it. "Hey there little man, would you like a pre-flight drink? It's on the house!". Carlos cringed a little, he wished the man would stop calling him that, and didn't respond. Noting Carlos's hesitation, he added "Don't worry, it's not alcoholic!" with a sing-song flourish.

He still didn't trust the man in the slightest, but eventually reached out and grabbed the drink with a mumbled thanks. The man smiled that unsettling grin. "That's it, drink up. And enjoy the flight. You won't have much time so get to work if you want it to last!". Carlos raised an eyebrow at the odd comment, and turned around to ask what he meant. But when he looked up, the man had vanished, lost in the swarm of people still struggling to stick their hand-luggage in the overhead cabins.

It wasn't long before the plane was cleared for take-off, and taxied along the runway. It rocked and bumped, its erratic movement oddly soothing. Carlos tried to suppress a yawn. He'd had a full night's sleep, and it wasn't even noon, yet there was something about the warmth of the seat, the rumbling of the engines, and something else that made him sleepy. He couldn't even keep his eyes open for take-off, slipping off into a deep sleep.

There was a slight ringing sound, a muddy noise, and Carlos's eyes snapped open. Wasn't he just on a plane? Heading on vacation? That sounded true, yet for some reason he now found himself sitting at a desk within a small room. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed a relatively large office with an open desk plan, where dozens of people were glancing at their computers, talking on phones, or conversing by the coffee pot. Carlos spun slowly in his chair, taking in the room with its simple decor. A potted plant sat in the corner next to a leather sofa, several artsy photos hung on the wall, and blue blinds covered the windows overlooking the outside world. He stopped spinning and tried to get his mind back on track. How did he end up in an office in the first place? Wasn't he just travelling somewhere with his family? This was a conundrum indeed.

He scratched the back of his neck in thought, only to yelp in surprise. His hair was gone! Normally, he had shaggy, unkempt hair that covered his shirt collar. Only now it had been replaced by a close buzz-cut that scratched at his fingertips. Worried that his shriek attracted attention, Carlos threw his arms into his lap and tried not to look suspicious. Yet nobody noticed him in the slightest. Relieved, his attention was quickly torn towards his his arms. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing some large and incredibly hairy forearms. But he was only a kid, why would he have gorilla arms? His dad had arms like this, but he was a grown up. Carlos was still a kid... right? His eyes darted from his arms towards the rest of his body. There was no denying that he'd grown bigger, his long legs were splayed out ahead of him. And his body looked just as robust as his arms, his shirt was basically clinging to the thickly built body it contained. The top button of his shirt were undone, and he could feel a dribble of hair poking out. As he rested a hand on his shirt opening, he felt a slight throb in his crotch. Gulping, he looked through the huge windows into the office, then back at his body. He desperately wanted to see what was under his clothes but he couldn't just strip in the workplace! There was definitely a rule against that somewhere. He gritted his teeth and turned back to his table. Only a few more hours until he could leave, he could wait that long. Unless he had the opportunity to get away to somewhere more private...

Suddenly, the office seemed to melt away, the room shifting out of focus and blurring like Carlos had put on the wrong pair of glasses. Curious, he spun around in his chair, watching as new shapes formed out of the blur. Hills dotted with buildings or varying heights, a dazzling blue sky dotted with creamy clouds, cold steel railings stretched either side of him, and he found himself resting on a hotel balcony overlooking a bustling city. He relaxed, content with the view and the rare chance of a break in his busy schedule, until he remembered what had happened. He leapt to his feet, and turned towards the hotel room. He felt a twinge of anxiety, what was happening to him? Was this a dream? It felt too real to be a dream...  Carlos looked at his watch nestled within the fur on his forearms. It was still early, he didn't have to leave for a few hours. Where he was going, he didn't know. But why waste that time people watching when he could get a load of his grown-up bod. He scratched at the hair sticking out of his collar, it made him feel hot and sweaty, that was for sure. He undid a button, eager to uncover what was hidden beneath, when that nagging feeling came back. He had to stay focused and figure out what was happening. First he woke up as an adult with a job, then the world literally melted and reformed around him. Now he had a meeting to attend? That's right, he was meeting the Big Man to discuss plans on expansion and maybe stroking his ego a little in the hopes of a promotion. He wasn't there for fun, he was there for business! Another throb from his crotch made him gasp. His fingers danced over his shirt buttons. Maybe a little peek couldn't hurt that much. He began undoing the rest of his shirt buttons.

As his shirt hit the floor, the balcony and the city view suddenly collapsed to the ground along with it, the bright colours swirling into one and reforming once more. He was inside now, standing by a rustic kitchenette. However, he wasn't phased by the sudden change of scenery, now more interested in his exposed torso. His heart leapt to his throat as he discovered the alluring coat of hair that spread across him. It danced between his pecs and swirled across his stomach, just as sexy as his powerful arms. But of course it was, he didn't spend 2 hours most mornings at the gym to look like some common slob. The though made Carlos chuckle. 2 hours? Even if he wanted to, there were no gyms near his home open early enough for a workout before school! When would he even have the time? Time... The meeting! He should really get ready or he won't be finished before the... What was he getting ready for exactly? He was so scatterbrained recently. Maybe if he called Shannon up, she'd be able to remind him what and where his meeting was. He felt that throbbing in his crotch, stronger this time. It distracted him, as he reached down to his tight pants. A large bulge twitched from within, desperate for his attention. He felt it through his underwear. Carlos glanced around. The suite was massive, he couldn't have the place all to himself could he? What if his mom were to stick her head around the corner the moment he got nude? Or Barry from accounting? He'd never hear the end of it at the office. He decided to play it cautious, making absolutely sure he was alone.

As if sensing his hesitation, Carlos' environment once again blurred and shifted into one, before coming back into focus. He stepped through the hazy fog, patting his face with a spare towel, and walked out of the bathroom. Wasn't he just going to search the suite? When did he have time for a shower? Time had flown by, and there was a sense of urgency in the air. He felt like he had to do something soon, but what? The only thing he had planned was that meeting. Oddly enough, just thinking of it made him feel something inside. It only grew more intense as he took note of the damp fur clinging to his body. He looked to his right and was surprised to see a mirror. He leaned in closer, his left hand dragging across his bearded face as he pulled faces. So that's how he looked, he thought while raising his eyebrow. He guessed he was close to his father's age at this point, although the scruffy beard and partially receded hairline made him look a fair few years older than him. Still, he looked as seductive as anything. That throbbing feeling returned at his crotch. He glanced down, and grabbed the towel around his waist, slinging it aside.

He slightly smiled with pride at the sight of his cock, fully erect and twitching with anticipation. He grasped it with one hand and slowly stroked it, gasping at the feeling. He really shouldn't. His meeting... He growled with pleasure at the thought, he hadn't felt so horny in his life. He finally let go of his inhibitions and got to work. With his free hand, he dragged it around his furry torso, feeling the hairs trickle between his open fingers. He eventually landed at one of his pecs, gently squeezing and tugging at his sensitive nipples. He turned his attention to the mirror, glaring with lust at the huge, hirsute, muscular man pleasuring himself reflected back. The sight only spurred him on, his hand pumping quicker up and down his meaty dick. He knew this was it,  there was no turning back now. His breath quickened, his muscles tightening as he reached the moment of climax and...

Carlos awoke with a start as the plane hit the tarmac upon landing. He glanced around the cabin with bleary eyes, his brain slowly working to remind him where he was. It wasn't often that he spent the whole flight asleep, that was for sure. He could remember he was dreaming about something. He was in the office, or was it a hotel room? He was fascinated by his body for some reason. But the more he tried to grasp, the quicker it faded until it was lost to the ethers. Carlos rubbed at his bearded face, trying to wake himself up. He startled slightly as he felt someone place a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see the man who had checked him in, an uncomfortable grin on his face. "Hey there, big boy. My you've grown! You finished your meeting just in time. I see you certainly enjoyed your flight". He chuckled and winked before walking back down the aisle. Carlos scratched his scalp in confusion, he had a meeting? And did he just call him big boy? He glanced down, blushing in embarrassment at the obscene bulge straining against his pants, accompanied by a large cum stain seeping through the fabric. He furiously patted the stain out with a napkin, cursing silently and hoping he could change clothes quickly. He drew his gaze up in anger, looking for the flight attendant who just mocked him, yet everyone around him was still sitting in their seats. Even the other flight attendants. When he looked back at his crotch, he was shocked to see the stains had vanished, along with his erection. Carlos leaned back in his seat and groaned into his hands. All these business trips were messing with his head!

He grunted in pain, rubbing the back of his neck. If only he'd kept his eyes open long enough to grab his travel pillow. While premium economy was better than being cramped in economy, he wished his company would splurge the extra cost for business class. He rubbed at his dead legs, trying to work the feeling back into them. They seemed to make seats smaller and smaller these days. He also realised, with a grumble in his stomach, that he'd missed the meal service as well. Not the best of flights, and it all started with that pre-flight drink. It felt like it had been spiked with something. Carlos made a note to complain to the airline about his experience. If only he got the name of that man to truly complain about the creepy treatment he received from him!

As the plane came to a halt, and the seat belt sign switched off, Carlos clamoured to his feet, careful not to smack his head on the roof, and reached for his briefcase and travel bag. As he stepped off the plane, he noticed a small family pass by, the man hurrying his wife and teenage daughter and mumbling about a ferry service. Carlos chuckled sadly, feeling a twinge of nostalgia. He used to visit North Carolina a lot as a kid, he even had a vacation home on an island just off the coast that his entire extended family would gather at. Sure they could be loud and rowdy at times, and nobody seemed to know the meaning of privacy. But he missed the feeling of being a part of such a big family. Now he was so busy with work, travelling from location to location, that he never had the chance to reconnect with his family or friends. He sighed loudly, before heading towards departures. Almost immediately, he spotted a chauffeur holding up a sign with his name on it. His hotel was near the beach. Maybe if he had the time, he could visit the waterfront for old times sake and watch the ferry make its final voyage of the week.