Flight Safety

Since planes first took to the skies, air travel has been plagued by unruly passengers.

Though the phenomenon of mid-flight violence peaked during the Covid-19 pandemic with refusal to wear masks, patterns of insubordination continued long after, fueling a rise in emergency landings and flight delays. By the year 2035, flight attendants were quitting in droves, prompting a labor shortage that increased costs across the industry and turned flying into a miserable experience for passengers and crew alike. It was clear to the airline industry that something had to change.

European-based Omega Airlines was the first to take drastic measures to maintain flight safety. Omega engineers worked for years to develop a device that would not only keep passengers in their seats, but also docile and obedient, and totally under the command of the plane's flight attendants. After a long process of trial and error, researchers finally discovered the key to keeping passengers calm and relaxed while flying. At last, Omega Airlines launched its newly designed aircraft in the year 2040.

The concept was simple: passengers would be locked in their seats via an "anal safety device" at the discretion of flight attendants via a remote control. The insertion of the device would be fairly easy, but once installed, it would swell and elongate in a manner that would make it virtually impossible for a passenger to leave their seat without encountering serious discomfort. The well-behaved passengers would be rewarded with a gentle anal massage, but should a passenger need behavioral correction, they would find their experience with the device not nearly as enjoyable. You see, the devices are equipped to administer sedatives directly into a passenger's anal cavity should they become belligerent or disruptive.

There was a great deal of controversy at first, of course, but Omega Airlines' track record spoke for itself -- they achieved a record low number of emergency landings in only a year after the initial launch. Due to the nature of the safety devices, individuals younger than eighteen were banned from flying altogether -- a change that made flying a more enjoyable experience for most people, anyway. Other airlines quickly followed Omega's example, and over the next decade, the safety devices became fully integrated into society.

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Twenty-four-year-old Mira had always been afraid of flying. After winning the lottery last year, she decided to face her fears and finally visit the county at the top of her bucket list: Switzerland. She'd yet to experience modern flying or the safety measures of today's airplanes.

Prior to this trip, she read an online article called The Modern Woman's Guide to Airplane Fashion, which suggested wearing a loose-fitting dress and flat shoes while going full commando. She walked through the shiny, bustling airport feeling a bit embarrassed at the fact that only a thin layer fabric separated her nether parts from the rest of the world. Though public nudity had become more accepted in the past decade, Mira had always considered herself to be more conservative than her peers. It was an adjustment, to say the least.

After dropping off her bag to be checked, Mira nervously joined the line for security. It's the responsibility of airport security to prepare passengers for a safe, clean, and comfortable experience, and therefore, every security checkpoint features private stalls for enemas and cavity searches. For those who don't fly often, it can certainly be a jarring experience. Mira felt a blush wrap around her throat as a guard directed her into one of the stalls.

"Stall" was a generous term for the space enclosed within paper-thin curtains, offering a poor excuse for privacy. There was a padded table and a well-stocked nurse's station, as well as a porcelain toilet. Sounds of wet sloshing and vaguely female groans floated through the air from the next stall over, and Mira wasn't entirely sure what to think of it all.

A fifty-something, red-haired woman in nurse's uniform appeared in Mira's stall with a no-nonsense attitude and a nametag that declared her to be "Margaret."

"Bend over the table and lift your dress, please," Margaret instructed, prompting Mira to move quickly. "No panties," the woman observed. "Good for you for being prepared." The nurse gave Mira no warning before she inserted a gloved, lubricated finger into Mira's rear entrance.

Mira gasped. She'd never had anything up there before. It was intrusive, but not altogether unpleasant.

"Oh, you're a tight one, aren't you?" The nurse chuckled under her breath, a sound that was not reassuring to Mira. "You might have a bit of trouble on the plane. Don't be afraid to ask the flight attendants for help!"

Once she was satisfied that Mira wasn't hiding any weapons inside her large intestine, the nurse withdrew her finger and stepped away. Mira wondered how long she'd have to stand there, bent over the table with her bare ass hanging out, before she was allowed to leave. Mira peeked over her shoulder to see the nurse rifling noisily through a drawer.

The nurse produced a nozzle attached to a thin tube and a bag seemingly filled with clear liquid.

The initial insertion wasn't so difficult. In fact, it felt rather nice to have something up her rear end, a delightful sensation, and Mira was beginning to feel confident that the upcoming flight wouldn't be so difficult after all. And then there was pressure. Water entered Mira at an alarming rate given the size of the nozzle, flooding her large intestine faster that she could adjust to. Mira wobbled against the table, trying and failing to find a position that would make this any more comfortable, but it appeared there wasn't one. A painful cramp blossomed in Mira's lower belly, and she wondered if she would get into trouble for losing her bowels before being allowed to.

"Hold," instructed Nurse Margaret, seemingly oblivious to Mira's struggles.

Mira's bloated tummy was about ready to burst, the pressure nearly unbearable. "I can't," she whimpered. "Please."

"Yes, you can. Just another minute." Nurse Margaret's tone lacked any and all compassion. She probably administered enemas dozens of times every day -- she was well aware of a person's limit. She knew that Mira could in fact take much more, even if Mira didn't know it herself.

After the most excruciating sixty seconds of Mira's life, the nurse finally announced, "Alright, go ahead and expel for me." Mira rushed to the toilet, and her bowels released themselves the moment she sat down, letting loose a stream of water that splashed loudly into the bowl. Only when all of the water was out did she realize she'd been moaning, and quickly clamped her mouth shut.

"All done," announced Nurse Margaret, with a smirk that Mira didn't appreciate. "All clean and empty, ready for your flight! You can go on ahead now."

Mira quickly gathered her carry-on and hurried to her gate, feeling very clean indeed and perhaps somewhat violated. There was still an hour until boarding, and Mira shifted uncomfortably in her chair the entire time, fighting a wave of nerves that had become difficult to suppress. Finally, they were allowed to board.

A handsome, dark-haired flight attendant flashed Mira a pearly-white smile as he handed her a thin pamphlet.

Mira shuffled down the narrow aisle in search of seat G8, eyes wide as she beheld the "safety devices" the airline had installed in each seat: a phallic shaped device of approximately six inches protruding obscenely from the center of each cushion, clearly meant to be sat upon. The dildos appeared to be already coated thickly with lubricant, having been prepped by the dutiful flight attendants prior to boarding. Mira was so distracted by the sea of dildos that she accidentally missed her seat and had to apologize to the disgruntled passengers behind her as she backed up a few rows.

After hefting her carry-on into the above storage container, Mira stared at her seat and frowned.

Faced with the task of impaling herself onto the dildo, Mira opened to pamphlet to see if it offered any helpful tips. "The easiest position for insertion is a squat," read the first line. "Brace both feet onto the seat and slowly lower yourself down. The safety device is already lubed for easy insertion, but if you require additional lubrication, please ring for a flight attendant."

Mira braced one foot on her seat and hovered over the dildo in a squatting position. Her first attempt to lower herself down onto the silicone object was unsuccessful; the tip budded up against Mira's back door but refused to slip inside, instead sliding up her butt-crack in a rather rebellious way. She reached a hand behind herself in an attempt to guide it in, but that didn't work, either. All she'd managed to accomplish was smearing lube all over her cheeks.

Mira hadn't noticed that a female flight attendant had stopped beside her row and was watching her struggle. "Having trouble getting it in?" asked the pretty brunette with a nametag that read "Ashley".

"A little," Mira admitted shyly.

"It helps if you relax," offered Ashley, sliding into Mira's row while she hovered over the dildo like a deer in headlights. "May I?"

Mira wasn't sure what the woman was asking, but she nodded eagerly all the same.

Ashley brought her hand between Mira's legs and began to thumb her clit in slow, steady circles. Mira's whole body melted at the woman's gentle touch, and her muscles relaxed enough for the dildo to slide past her tight ring of muscle and into her lower intestine. Mira stifled a groan as she sank down onto it. The flight attendant waited until Mira was fully seated before she removed her fingers from her dripping slit.

"Um, thank you," said Mira, a bit dazed. Ashley smiled warmly and walked away to assist another passenger.

Mira watched as a middle-aged woman across the aisle attempted to argue with another flight attendant about her seating arrangement. "It's far too big; can't you swap it out for a smaller one?"

"Ma'am, your safety device is the standard size just like everyone else's. Please sit down."

"It's not going to fit!"

"Yes, it will. You haven't even tried."

After several more attempts at peaceful negotiations, the flight attendant placed both hands on the woman's shoulders and pushed hard, forcing her down onto the dildo in a quick, brutal movement. The woman started flailing, but the flight attendant was having none of it. She fetched a remote from the front pocket of her fanny pack and firmly pressed an intimidating looking red button. Moments later, the woman's eyes glazed over as she was forced to relax as a result of the sedative being administered directly into her large intestine. Satisfied that the woman was no longer an issue, the flight attendant smiled warmly and walked away. Mira was fascinated by the entire display.

Every few moments, as she shifted her weight or exhaled a breath, Mira was reminded of the foreign object lodged up her backside and the subsequent fullness in her lower belly.

A gray-haired gentleman of about sixty-five claimed the seat next to Mira. He unceremoniously dropped his trousers and spread his cheeks, and Mira got a peek at the older man's crinkled asshole before he made quick work of lowering himself onto the dildo. The device disappeared easily inside the old man, and Mira wondered if he was a frequent flyer. He let out a sigh as he settled into his seat and then proceeded to pull a newspaper from his suitcase to start on a crossword puzzle. Just like that, he was ready for his flight.

At long last, a voice came over the loudspeaker.

"I'm Pilot Jericho and I'll be flying with you all today," he announced. "We do hope that you're all comfortable in your seats! Remember to relax and allow the safety devices to do their job. We ask that you please stay in your seats unless you need to use the restroom, in which case please notify a flight attendant to release you from your device. Please be reminded that all of our staff are adequately trained in de-escalation techniques, and they are not afraid to use that red button!"

The plane took off without any further fanfare. Mira wasn't quite sure what to do with herself for the next eight hours. And then, the dildo began to move.

A gentle pressure manifested in Mira's bowels as the dildo seemingly began to lengthen, inching deeper inside of her at a slow, tantalizing speed. Given that her anus was unable to close due to being wrapped tightly around the base of the dildo, she remained stretched and pliant for whatever activities the device had in store for her.

Mira enjoyed the next hour of the flight in a very comfortable bliss while the dildo attached to her seat gently pumped in and out. She was dripping wet, of course, but she resisted the urge to stick two fingers up her cunt because she was nervous about having an orgasm in front of a stranger. Other passengers had no such qualms -- several were openly pleasuring themselves; women furiously rubbed their clits while men pumped their cocks with no apparent embarrassment whatsoever. Somehow, a few passengers had fallen asleep, evidently so relaxed by the gentle messaging of their rectums that they'd dozed off.

It was only a matter of time before Mira needed to use the bathroom. She flagged down a flight attendant who very generously pressed a button that prompted her safety device to shrink to half the size. She gently lifted herself off of the dildo, her anus feeling strangely empty once she did so, and shyly brushed past the old man while nearly tripping into the aisle.

Once in the bathroom, there was an oval button on the wall next to the words, "Push for additional lubrication." Mira found the temptation to push the button nearly overwhelming. What would happen if she did? She still had a seven-hour flight ahead of her. In all honesty, additional lubrication didn't sound too bad.

She finished her business and made quick work of washing her hands. And then she pushed the button.

Mira's heart skipped a beat when a quiet knock sounded moments later.

"Come in," she squeaked.

The handsome, dark-haired flight attendant from the gate poked his head inside. "Did you call for additional lubrication?"

"Y-yes. Please."

He pushed himself inside the already cramped space and closed the door behind him, as if privacy even mattered at that point.

"Spread your cheeks, please," he said, and Mira complied, reaching behind her to spread her backside as he instructed, revealing an already stretched ring of muscle with the tiniest little gape.

The flight attendant produced a bottle of lubricant and positioned the nozzle directly at Mira's tiny star.

"I'm just going to push the lube in with my finger," he announced, before a gloved digit entered her. "Let me know at any point if something feels uncomfortable."

Mira's tongue lolled out of her mouth while the flight attendant sawed his finger in and out of her backside, slowly enough that it was impossible not to enjoy the sensation. Every few seconds he would withdraw his finger and insert the bottle of lube, and before long, he'd emptied the entire bottle into her. He used his thumb to push any wayward globs of lube into her asshole, the digit lingering inside of her like a plug, preventing Mira from pushing out any of the lubricant. She wished they could stay like this for a while, preferably while he used his other hand to rub her clit until she screamed. But that would be highly inappropriate. Right?

"All set," the flight attendant announced, finally withdrawing his thumb. Mira awkwardly shifted her dress back into place while he turned to the tiny sink to wash his hands. "You better get back to your seat now. I'm not supposed to be in here for longer than five minutes." He gave Mira a conspiratorial wink as he shuffled out of the bathroom, and she followed with a dazed look on her face.

Mira felt sloshy and full and as she waddled back to her seat with her legs clenched together, hoping neither the lubricant nor her wetness was leaking down her leg. How embarrassing that would be.

Mira slid onto the dildo much easier this time, and once she was fully seated, the device inflated to a size that was just barely uncomfortable. Before long, she was fighting the temptation to reach a hand between her legs and stroke her clit to her heart's desire.

The gentleman seated next to Mira startled her by speaking.

"I've been watching you squirm for three hours now, girl. Clearly, you're a shy one. Want me to help you?"

"H-help me? Help me how?"

"By putting you out of your misery. Go on," he urged, "Spread your legs for me."

Mira wordlessly complied.

"Ah, there's a pretty little cunny. Pink and hairless, just like my wife's used to be."

The old man used two fingers to spread Mira's pussy lips and watched intently as her hole clenched and quivered, clearly yearning to be filled. "Nice and wet too. Very good. Shall we?" And with that, he pushed two fingers up Mira's cunt. She gasped as his wrinkled, hairy digits slid inside of her with little resistance.

Mira's pussy gripped his fingers tightly, pulling them further into her tunnel until they rested against her G spot. She couldn't believe this was happening -- was she about to be fingered by an old man on a plane while an electric dildo fucked her in the ass? It appeared so.

The old man flagged down the nearest flight attendant and asked, "Could we get a little more power on this one? She's very close, you see, but she just needs a little more pressure."

Mira could have hugged him for taking the initiative when she was afraid to.

The flight attendant pressed a button, and the dildo's thrusting picked up speed, drilling her ass with such force that she had to brace both hands on the armrests to keep fully seated.

"Perhaps a bit more length?" The flight attendant suggested with a coy smile. It was Ashley from earlier.

"Oh, yes," agreed the old man enthusiastically. "Might as well add some girth while you're at it. Really give it to her -- it's her first time flying, you see."

Was it really so obvious that this was Mira's first time? Apparently so. The device stuffed up Mira's ass began to lengthen, and only when she began to cry out in pain did the flight attendant release the button. "Deep breath," instructed the old man, to which Mira answered with an exhale of shaky breath. Despite the pain, Mira couldn't believe how incredible it felt. The pressure in her bowels was both excruciating yet pleasurable, and she suspected there was at least a foot of dildo inside of her.

Just as she thought she couldn't take any more, the device began to inflate, and Mira's previously flat stomach began to expand like a ballon. Her traitorous anal cavity stretched eagerly to accommodate the intruder, proving just how much her little body could take. Mira felt like she was about to burst, groaning audibly by that point, and not caring in the slightest who was listening.

The old man's voice tickled the shell of Mira's ear. "Go on, girl, let yourself go. Can you give me a nice, strong come?"

The old man waited patiently, his fingers sliding in and out of her slippery cunt while his palm pressed down on her engorged clit. Ashley hovered in the aisle, her expression expectant, clearly waiting for Mira to come. Likewise, the couple in the row ahead of Mira turned around to watch the lewd display of pleasure with amused expressions.

Finally, it happened.

Mira cried out as her abdominal muscles tightened and she began convulsing right there in seat G8, squirting all over everything, absolutely soaking her dress and the seat beneath her, not to mention the old man's fingers. Several other passengers turned their heads to watch, some annoyed by Mira's screams, others seemingly finding entertainment in Mira's orgasm. Sometime later, Mira finally came down from the high and sagged into her seat.

The old man patted Mira's pussy, and his hand felt warm and comforting over her sensitive lips. "That's a good girl. First time flying, eh? Bet you didn't know what you were missing."

Mira eventually succumbed to sleep, lulled into unconsciousness by the gentle massaging of the dildo lodged up her backside. She decided she loved flying.