The flying Amazon

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Happy Monday, friends! Mondays can be a drag, but hey, here's a little something to brighten your day. A short story, image and a sequence I will post later today. I'm planning to make this a regular thing every Monday: serving up stories and sequences just for you!

Today's story is a quick one since I'm currently writing a longer story for next week. Speaking of which, next week's story will have an open ending, and here’s the exciting part - you get to choose how it ends! It's like an interactive adventure coming your way. 🌟 Unfortunately, due to some Patreon rules, I can only share this special interactive story with paying patrons I can't message free members), but I'll give you all the details when it's out.

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PS. this story covers one of the biggest amazons we've seen 👀

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The flying Amazon

The crisp winter air of 2035 nipped at Marcus's face as he hurried into the bustling airport. Six months had passed since the virus outbreak that summer, and the world was still adjusting to the seismic shift in gender dynamics. As he navigated through the crowded terminal, he couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the towering amazons and the comparatively diminutive men scurrying about.

Marcus, the airline's operations manager, made his way to the staff room, his mind preoccupied with the day's flight schedules and the unique challenges his industry now faced. Unlike most sectors where women had swiftly replaced men due to their newfound strength and endurance, the airline industry had taken a different tack. The already cramped cabins of commercial aircraft simply couldn't accommodate the massive frames of the transformed female flight attendants.

As he entered the staff room, Marcus's eyes automatically scanned for Karina, the persistent thorn in his side. At 7'11" and built like a brick house, she was one of the few remaining female flight attendants on his roster. Her absence brought a mixture of relief and frustration.

"Good morning, everyone," Marcus addressed the assembled crew, mostly comprised of men of average build. "Flight 237 to Sydney is scheduled for departure in two hours. Is everyone accounted for?"

A chorus of affirmatives rang out, but Marcus couldn't shake the niggling feeling of something—or someone—missing.

"Has anyone seen Karina?" he asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice.

The crew exchanged glances and shrugs. Marcus felt a surge of anticipation. Maybe, just maybe, this would be the day he could finally let her go without feeling like the bad guy.

"Well, folks," Marcus began, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, "it looks like we might need to—"

"I'm here! I'm here!" A booming yet melodious voice cut through the room, causing several crew members to jump. Karina burst through the door, ducking to clear the frame, her massive frame filling the entire entryway.

Marcus's heart sank as he turned to face her. "Karina, you're late. We've discussed this before. It's grounds for—"

"I know, I know," Karina interrupted, her cheeks flushed from what must have been a sprint to the airport. "I'm so sorry, Marcus. I had a wardrobe malfunction this morning." She gestured to her outfit, and Marcus couldn't help but notice how the fabric strained against her muscular form.

Karina was squeezed into the airline's XXXXL super stretchy uniform, a far cry from the crisp, professional attire the male attendants wore. Her massive thighs were barely contained by the stretchy skirt, and the sleeveless black top did little to conceal her boulder-like shoulders and arms.

"I had to improvise," she explained, a nervous laugh escaping her lips. "The zipper on my other skirt gave up the ghost this morning. I swear, I think I grew another inch overnight."

Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on. "Karina, we've been over this. The airline can't keep making exceptions for you. Do you know how many men I have lined up for your position? Men who can move through the cabin without knocking passengers unconscious with their thighs?"

Karina's face fell, her usually cheerful demeanour cracking slightly. "I know, Marcus. But this job... it's all I've ever wanted. I've dreamed of being a flight attendant since I was a little girl. I can't let this virus take that away from me too."

A male attendant, Tom, piped up from the corner. "Come on, Marcus. Karina's the best we've got. Remember how she handled that mid-flight emergency last month?"

Marcus did remember. Despite her size, Karina had maneuverer through the cabin with surprising grace, calming panicked passengers and assisting with a medical emergency. Her strength had proven invaluable when they needed to move heavy equipment.

"That's not the point," Marcus argued, though he could feel his resolve weakening. "The airline is clear about its policy. We need attendants who can move freely in the cabin. Most airlines have already phased out female attendants entirely."

Karina stepped forward, her 7'11" frame towering over Marcus's 5'10". He had to crane his neck to meet her eyes, feeling that familiar twinge of intimidation he always tried to suppress.

"Give me one more chance, Marcus," Karina pleaded, her voice soft despite her imposing presence. "I promise I won't let you down. I've been practicing my movement in the cabin simulator every day after work. I can do this."

Marcus looked around the room, noting the supportive glances from the other crew members. Despite the inconvenience of her size, Karina was well-liked among her colleagues.

He sighed heavily. "Fine. One more chance. But I'm warning you, Karina. One mistake, one complaint from a passenger about feeling crowded, and that's it. Understood?"

Karina's face lit up, her smile wide and genuine. "Thank you, Marcus! You won't regret this, I promise!"

As the crew filed out to begin their pre-flight preparations, Marcus couldn't shake the feeling that he might indeed come to regret this decision. He watched as Karina ducked through the door, her massive frame barely squeezing through, and wondered not for the first time how the world would continue to adapt to these Amazon women.

The virus had changed everything in just a few short months. As he followed the crew towards the gate, Marcus reflected on the irony of the situation. In a world where women now dominated most physical professions, the airline industry stood as one of the few industries where men were now preferred. It was a small consolation in a world that sometimes felt like it had been turned upside down.

As Karina made her way to the boarding gate, her huge frame drew curious glances from passersby. She'd grown accustomed to the stares, but it didn't make navigating the airport any easier. Every step was a careful dance to avoid bumping into anything—or anyone.

At the gate, Karina's colleague, Tom, was already starting the boarding process. He flashed her a supportive smile as she approached.

"Cutting it close today, huh?" Tom teased good-naturedly.

Karina chuckled, her laugh resonating deeply. "You know me, living life on the edge. How's it looking today?"

Tom glanced at the passenger manifest. "Full flight. Lots of our... larger passengers too."

Karina nodded, a determined glint in her eye. "We've got this. Let's show Marcus what we can do."

As the passengers began to board, Karina positioned herself at the cabin entrance, ducking to avoid hitting her head. She greeted each passenger with a warm smile, her voice a soothing contralto.

"Welcome aboard. Please watch your step," she said, helping a petite elderly woman up the stairs.

The woman gaped up at Karina, her neck craning back. "My word, dear. You're a tall drink of water, aren't you?"

Karina laughed softly. "Just a late growth spurt, ma'am. Let me help you with your bag."

As more passengers boarded, Karina noticed the varied reactions. Some of the male passengers seemed intimidated, while others tried to puff out their chests in a show of bravado. The women, most of whom had also been affected by the virus, regarded her with a mix of camaraderie and competitive sizing-up.

One muscular businesswoman, standing at an impressive 6'9", raised an eyebrow at Karina. "Didn't think they still let us work as flight attendants. Good for you, honey."

Karina smiled diplomatically. "We're a rare breed these days. Enjoy your flight, ma'am."

As the last passengers settled in, Karina began her pre-flight checks. The narrow aisle posed a significant challenge. Her broad shoulders nearly brushed both sides, and she had to twist sideways to move past the seated passengers.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Karina began the safety demonstration, her voice easily carrying through the cabin without the need for a microphone. "We know you have many choices in air travel, and we appreciate you choosing us, despite our... less than ideal current accommodations, but don't worry, our engineers are on the process of designing bigger plains for your comfort." Karina continued, demonstrating the safety features with exaggerated care, her massive arms flexing as she mimed putting on the oxygen mask.

"In the event of an emergency... well just stick to the closest amazon near you, you'll have better possibilities to survive" she quipped, earning some chuckles from the passengers.

As the plane took off, Karina settled into her routine. She'd developed a sort of sideways shuffle to move through the aisle, her muscular thighs still occasionally brushing against aisle seats despite her best efforts.

During the drink service, Karina's height proved both a blessing and a curse. She could easily reach the overhead bins, but bending down to serve drinks was a challenge. She'd taken to doing a sort of curtsy, dropping into a squat to hand out beverages.

"Wow," a young boy exclaimed as Karina served his family. "You're even bigger than my mom!"

The boy's mother, herself a statuesque woman of about 6'8", smiled apologetically. "Tommy, that's not polite."

Karina waved off the concern. "No worries. Yes, Tommy, I am pretty tall. But you know what? It means I can reach all the cookies in the galley without a ladder."

Tommy's eyes widened. "Cool!"

As Karina continued her rounds, she overheard snippets of conversation about the changes the virus had wrought. A group of businesswomen discussed the challenges of finding professional attire, while a couple argued about the boyfriend not reserving the larger seats for her. With her opting for sitting him in her lap so that she could fit in their two assigned seats.

Suddenly, a commotion erupted several rows back. A passenger was having trouble breathing, clutching at his chest. Without hesitation, Karina sprung into action. She moved swiftly down the aisle, her size forgotten as adrenaline took over.

"Sir, are you alright?" she asked, kneeling beside the man's seat. His face was pale, and he was gasping for air.

"I need... my medication," he wheezed. "In my... bag. Overhead."

Karina nodded, standing up to her full height. She easily reached the overhead bin, retrieving the man's bag without needing to stretch. Quickly locating his medication, she helped him take it, her strong hands steady and sure.

As the man's breathing slowly returned to normal, a round of applause broke out in the cabin. Karina felt a flush of pride. This was why she loved her job, virus-induced changes and all.

For the rest of the flight, Karina moved with renewed confidence. Yes, she had to duck to fit inside the cabin and yes, her uniform was stretched to its limits. But she was doing what she loved, and doing it well.

As the plane began its descent into Sydney, Karina caught Tom's eye. He gave her a thumbs up, and she knew that today, at least, she'd proven her worth. The future might be uncertain in this changed world, but for now, Karina was exactly where she wanted to be—7'11" frame and all.

As Karina trudged into her hotel room, her wide frame barely clearing the doorway, exhaustion weighed heavily on her broad shoulders. The flight had been challenging, but she felt a sense of accomplishment. She'd handled the medical emergency well, and the passengers seemed to have appreciated her efforts.

"Just a quick ten-hour nap, and then back at it," she murmured to herself, collapsing onto the bed that seemed comically small beneath her muscular form.

Just as her eyes began to close, her phone buzzed insistently. Groaning, Karina fumbled for the device, squinting at the screen. A video call from Marcus. Her stomach twisted with apprehension as she answered.

Marcus's tired face filled the screen. "Karina, I hope I'm not waking you."

"No, sir," she replied, sitting up. "Is everything alright?"

Marcus sighed, his expression grim. "I'm afraid not, Karina. There's no easy way to say this, but... the airline is letting you go."

The words hit Karina like a physical blow. "What? But... why? The flight went well. I helped that passenger with the medical emergency!"

"Yes, about that," Marcus said, his voice strained. "One of the passengers filed a complaint. He claims you bruised his shoulder when you rushed down the aisle to help that man."

Karina's mind reeled. "But... but why didn't he say anything on the plane? I would have apologized, I—"

"He says he was too intimidated to confront you directly," Marcus interrupted. "Look, Karina, I fought for you, but the higher-ups have made their decision. They're worried about liability."

Tears welled up in Karina's eyes, her voice trembling. "This isn't fair, Marcus. You know I did everything I could to be careful. This job... it's my whole life."

Marcus's face softened slightly. "I know, Karina. And for what it's worth, I think you're a damn good flight attendant. But my hands are tied. The airline will provide you with a ticket home to sort out the legal details. I'm... I'm sorry."

Before Karina could respond, Marcus ended the call, leaving her staring at a blank screen. The silence in the room was deafening.

For a long moment, Karina sat motionless, her mind struggling to process what had just happened. Then, like a dam breaking, the tears came. Her massive frame shook with sobs as she curled up on the too-small bed, crying herself into a fitful sleep.

The next thing Karina knew, she was seated on a plane, this time as a passenger. Her long legs cramped uncomfortably in the standard seat, a stark reminder of why the airline had been so eager to let her go. She stared blankly out the window, her mind replaying the events of the past 24 hours on an endless loop.

As the flight attendant—a man of average height—passed by offering drinks, Karina felt a pang of loss so acute it was almost physical. This had been her life, her passion. And now, because of circumstances beyond her control, it was gone.

The irony wasn't lost on her. In a world where women now dominated most physical professions, she'd lost her job for being too strong, too big. The virus that had transformed her body had also, it seemed, destroyed her dreams.

As the plane soared towards home, Karina couldn't shake the feeling that she was leaving more than just a job behind. She was leaving a part of herself, a future she'd imagined since childhood. The world had changed, and she'd changed with it. But now, for the first time since the outbreak, Karina felt truly lost.

She closed her eyes, trying to imagine what came next. But all she could see was the endless sky she'd loved so much, now seeming farther away than ever before.