Somewhere over Greenland, you decide to go find what has become of your father. You wander down to the rear of the plane, finding a drinks trolley littered with a dozen empty beer cans and a discarded pile of flight attendant uniforms. Behind them, a steel trap door lies open from which the soft sounds of moaning emanate. You descend the steps into the hold below.
A huge mound of wobbling, barcoded flesh cubes greets your eyes. Writhing about atop and within the mound of blissfully senseless passengers are four naked angelic women and one dad, his seductive sapphire body entwined with their pale, delicate forms as they kiss, caress and finger one another to a chorus of pleasured groans. You watch dad recline back as a stewardess straddles his face. As he sinks his tongue into the neat patch of golden blonde hair between her legs, another kisses her way up his thighs. Her face falls as she encounters the flat crotch of the mystique suit - no pussy, merely a barely noticeable bulge where his boner strains against the skin.
"You have got to get that fixed..." she sighs.
"Mmmzipper," dad's muffled voice comes from between the girl sat on his face.
The stewardesses hands search his crotch, finding a seam concealed in a flap of rubber. She finds a zipper and tugs. To her delight, his erection springs from the narrow opening in the suit. Liberated from the suit's confines, it juts into the air, looking absurdly large and pink and out of place on his reduced, feminized form. She wastes no time in wrapping her mouth about his shaft.
One of the angels, lost for a moment in bliss as another suckles on her, opens her eyes and notices you. She beckons you towards the pile with an eager expression.
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