Into the stewardess' cleavage (Wary of consent) Shrunk in an airport chapter 7 by Louka31

With honor in your heart and the perverse begone from your heart, you jump into the stewardess' cleavage, fitting feet first into her breasts. The stewardess empties the trash, before starting to walk off. You start to fidget your way out of her breasts, as once you do, you stand your place on her right breast, and look to her face.

"Excuse me, uh...." You go to the end of her breast and peer to her name tag and read "LUCY" "Lucy, beautiful name, now listen, I'm sorry that I partook in your breasts without your permission. It's not chivalrous or respectable to you as a person, and I must say I'm truly sorry. And furthermore-"

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Your alarm goes off. This was the time. Your father needed you. You exit your seat, which is easier now that the large woman was in the bathroom, and you take your bag out of the top compartment. "Excuse me, I don't think you're allowed to do that." You recognize the voice. It's Dr. Susan B. Anthony Jones, PhD.

"Oh sorry, I've never been on a plane. And you'll never be on one again."

You extract your Uzi and fill your ammo into the doctor, taking control of the plane from the hero doctor. "THE TIME IS MINE!"

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"-perhaps it is just my own inadequacy that prevented me fro-"a string of bullet fire distracts you from your consent lecture. You look behind you and see a lady with a gun, and a bleeding dead Dr. Susan B. Anthony Jones, PhD in the arms of her crying daughter Tazzaria. An air Marshall pops up from the front of the plane. The lady locks eyes with him facing away from you, and shoots the Marshall full of lead. You then remember something: you must haw been in her bag because of the gun. And that bag had pants with large waists. You look down and find a very open entrance to the rear.

Would you have to throw consent to the sideline yet again? Or would you keep to your base chivalry and protect Lucy in hand to hand combat atop her breast?