Turnabout is Fair Play Shrunk in an airport chapter 17 by Louka31

Suppressing the rising sense of dread in your body, you steel yourself and try another tactic with your gorgeous captress. "W-well, that's complete BS, but if you want to believe it, I guess I can't stop you. Doesn't change the fact that you picked me up against my will, locked me in your purse, and are now smuggling me to god-knows-where on an airplane! There's a term for that, you know -- kidnapping, maybe human trafficking while we're at it! You really want to be charged with a felony when this all comes back to you?!" You practically spit the term at her to make your point. "And hey, that would make the results of your whole little hypnosis session nothing more than a result of Stockholm Syndrome, wouldn't it?!"

The woman smiles appreciatively, looking happy that you've still got some fight left in you. You deeply hate how calm and condescending she's staying in all of this, as if deciding your fate is as much a trifle as her drink order on the flight. "Well, tiny, preeetty sure kidnapping charges only apply when the victim is a human being, you know? At worst, my lawyers could probably reduce the charges down to exotic pet smuggling, if anything." With a playful giggle, she lovingly pats the top of your head with a single fingertip. "But all right, let's say for argument's sake, I've kidnapped you. Now what do you think you can possibly do about it?"

Casting aside that belittling jab about exotic pet smuggling, it's your turn to smile confidently now. You meet her gaze, take a deep breath, and proudly declare, "Nothing."

For the first time in the brief time you two have shared thus far, the gigantic woman appears rather taken aback by your blunt utterance. She slightly cocks her head and purses her lips in genuine intrigue. "Surely you're not thinking I'll have a change of heart, release my little pet, and turn myself in?"

"Of course not," you scoff, crossing your arms. "With all that crap you were spewing just now about me 'willingly submitting to hypnotic suggestion' and all that, it's pretty clear you have no interest in doing the right thing and setting me free anytime soon, international law be damned. Am I right, lady?"

With a wordless nod, she allows you to continue. You can't help but feel a slight rush of excitement at finally receiving her full attention, after being belittled and talked down to for so long.

"But, you see, it really doesn't matter what either you or I do at this point," you declare. "Let's not forget where I shrank -- that very busy flight check-in area was no dark alley! Eyes everywhere, cameras most likely all over the place... plenty of potential witnesses to notice my sudden shrinking incident and the moment when you first slipped me into your bag, wouldn't you say?"

The woman grimaces slightly as you remind her of this fact, though she quickly retains her composure with a confident smirk. "Certainly a possibility. But don't forget that I was able to take you through the gate, get on my plane, and take off without so much as a peep from any security officers! If anyone did see you, they must have written you off as a hallucination or something!" She once again tickles your tummy and sides with her sharp nails, eliciting an unwilling giggle from you. "Face it, cutie... at this point, it's looking like there's no one to come and save you! Poor little thing."

Shoving aside her tickling fingertip, you recompose yourself and continue. "Maybe not immediately, but let's give it a few hours and see what happens. I'll let you in on a little secret: just before I shrank, when I entered the airport, I texted my family to let them know I was on my way to the flight home. What do you suppose they'll do when they see my plane arrive at the terminal, without me on it?"

Now you've got her a little concerned. "Plenty of people get held up in Customs for hours on end, or detained by the TSA before their flight," she counters, speaking a bit faster now. "Who knows how long it'll take before they realize you're missing?"

You scoff. "Well, MY guess is it won't be long at all. If I know my parents, they'll try to text and call me multiple times within the hour of arrival. When they can't reach me after a few hours, they'll start checking with security in both airports, asking about my whereabouts. From there, they'll get access to the security camera footage and track me from the moment I stepped foot in the building. There's probably an angle that catches my, err... 'little' accident, and also one that shows the woman who trapped me in her purse. And then what'll happen, I wonder? Maybe they'll see the gate you entered, check the passenger list, and view the passports of all the young businesswomen on this flight to track down and question... and that's assuming Customs doesn't just arrest you on the spot when we land!"

Finally, you seem to have given your captress something to be genuinely nervous about. Her eyes dart back and forth between you and the rest of the airplane cabin, making sure nobody has been listening in on the two of you. "T-that's not going to happen," she stammers quietly.

"Well, I don't see anything you can do right now to stop them," you reply confidently. "Unless, of course, you hold up your end of the deal and actually call them when we land. I'm sure my parents would be infinitely grateful that such a terribly busy woman like yourself took the time to rescue me from that airport and keep me safe until she could contact them about their son!"

You've laid out your ultimatum, and your once calm and collected captress is now undoubtedly realizing the trouble she could get into if she gets caught in her act of kidnapping. For the first time in this whole ordeal, you're feeling optimistic that you'll avoid a miserable fate as her eternal plaything, and actually get back to your real life. You can't help but grin, even as beads of sweat are rapidly accumulating on the woman's forehead.

How does she respond?