Lara Croft's Economy Flight to India

Lara Croft stood in the bustling London airport, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and trepidation. She was about to embark on a new adventure, this time to the vibrant and mysterious land of India. However, her journey was not off to the best start. Due to a last-minute booking, she found herself in economy class, surrounded by a sea of people, many of whom were Indians, their colorful attire and lively chatter filling the air.

Lara's outfit was a stark contrast to her usual conservative attire. She wore a flimsy pink crop top that barely contained her fake H-cup breasts, and a white micro skirt that rode up dangerously high on her thighs. She had no bra or underwear, and her Adidas shoes were the only thing that felt remotely familiar. She tried to keep her head up, proud and confident, but the revealing nature of her clothes made her feel exposed and ****.

As she waited to board the crowded shuttle bus that would take her to the airplane, Lara couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance and impatience. "Ugh, I hate this," she muttered to herself, her voice barely audible over the din of the airport. She had never been one to draw attention to herself, and the thought of being the center of attention in such a revealing outfit was unsettling.

Despite her discomfort, Lara tried to maintain her composure. She was a semi-famous explorer and archaeologist, and she had a reputation to uphold. She knew that many people would recognize her, and she didn't want to give them any reason to doubt her professionalism or her abilities.

As she boarded the shuttle bus, Lara couldn't help but notice the curious glances and whispers that followed her. She tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the small troller she was dragging behind her. She knew that her journey to India would be filled with challenges, but she was determined to face them head-on, no matter how uncomfortable or revealing her attire might be.

As the shuttle bus rumbles along the tarmac, Lara Croft stands uncomfortably in the crowded aisle, her hand gripping the handle of her troller and the other grasping a pole for balance. The bus is packed with passengers, and the close quarters make Lara acutely aware of her revealing outfit and the lack of undergarments beneath it.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"This is ridiculous," Lara thinks to herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I can't believe I let myself get talked into this outfit. And no bra or underwear? What was I thinking?" She tries to adjust her posture to minimize the exposure of her chest and crotch, but every movement feels like a potential invitation for prying eyes. "I just need to get through this bus ride and onto the plane. Once I'm seated, I can relax a bit."

She glances around, noticing the curious and sometimes lecherous looks from some of the passengers. "Great, now I'm the center of attention," she thinks, her irritation growing. "I just hope no one recognizes me. The last thing I need is to have my professional reputation tarnished by this ridiculous getup."

Passenger Observations:

A Young Indian Man:

"Wow, look at her! She's so bold,"* he thinks, his eyes lingering on Lara's exposed midriff "I wonder if she's an Onlyfans model or something. She's got the body for it."

An Older Indian Woman:

"Such a shameless display," she thinks disapprovingly, her gaze fixed on Lara's chest. "Young people these days have no sense of modesty. And those breasts… they can't be real, can they?"

A British Businessman:

"She looks familiar," he muses, trying to place Lara's face. *"I think I've seen her on TV or something. But those huge breasts and the outfit…?"

A Teenage Girl:

"Oh my gosh, she's so cool!" the girl thinks, her eyes wide with admiration. *"I wish I had the confidence to wear something like that."

As the shuttle bus continues its journey, Lara tries to maintain her composure, her mind racing with thoughts of the adventure ahead and the challenges she might face in India. Despite the discomfort and the unwanted attention, she knows that she must stay focused and determined. After all, she's Lara Croft, and she's not one to back down from a challenge, no matter how revealing or embarrassing it might be.

As a woman's bag spills its contents onto the floor of the crowded shuttle bus, a wave of chaos ensues. People scramble to make way for her to retrieve her belongings, and in the confusion, Lara finds herself being jostled and pushed. She tries to maintain her balance, but the sudden movements cause her to lose her footing, and she stumbles forward, her massive breasts pressing against the back of the person in front of her.

Lara's heart races as she feels the warmth of the person's back against her chest. She tries to pull away, but the crowded conditions make it difficult. The person turns around, and Lara finds herself face-to-face with a middle-aged Indian man who looks both surprised and uncomfortable.

"I'm so sorry," Lara stammers, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to… I was just trying to…"

The man's eyes widen as he takes in Lara's revealing outfit and her large, fake breasts. He quickly averts his gaze, clearly unsure of how to react. "It's… it's okay," he mutters, his voice barely audible over the din of the bus.

Lara feels a wave of humiliation wash over her. She can feel the eyes of the other passengers on her, and she knows that they are all witnessing her awkward encounter. She tries to regain her composure, but the close quarters and the lack of personal space make it difficult.

Meanwhile, the Indian woman continues to gather her belongings, apologizing profusely to those around her. The other passengers help her, and soon the items are all back in her bag. The bus lurches to a stop, and the doors open, allowing all of the passengers to disembark.

Lara follows through, she takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knows that she needs to be more careful and aware of her surroundings, especially in such crowded conditions. But with her revealing outfit and her large breasts, it's going to be a challenge.

As Lara stepped out of the bus and onto the airport runway, the hot sun beat down on her, making her skin glisten with a sheen of sweat. She squinted her eyes against the bright light, searching for the plane she was supposed to board. A long line of people stretched out before her, and she sighed, realizing she would have to wait even longer to get on the plane.

She started walking slowly towards the line, feeling the eyes of everyone on her. Her huge breasts bounced with each step, and she could feel the sweat starting to form on her skin. The revealing nature of her outfit made her feel exposed and ****, and she couldn't help but wish she had chosen something more conservative.

As she joined the line, she noticed that many of the people around her were staring at her. Some were whispering to each other, and she could feel the weight of their judgment. She tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the task at hand: getting on the plane and starting her adventure in India.

Despite the discomfort and the unwanted attention, Lara tried to maintain her composure. She was a semi-famous explorer and archaeologist, and she had a reputation to uphold. She knew that she couldn't let the opinions of others affect her.

As she waited in line, Lara thought about the challenges she might face in India. She knew that the country was full of ancient mysteries and hidden treasures, and she was eager to explore them all.

Lara reached the passenger boarding stairs, her heart pounding with nervousness. She looked at the troller in her hand and then at the steep stairs ahead. How was she going to manage both the troller and her revealing outfit? She couldn't help but worry about the people behind her, especially if they could peek under her skirt.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm Lara Croft, for God's sake. I've faced worse than this," she thought, trying to psych herself up. "But those stairs… and the people behind me… what if they see pussy? I can't let that happen."

She took a deep breath and started climbing the stairs, her troller in one hand and her other hand gripping the railing. The stairs were steep, and with every step, she could feel her skirt riding up higher and higher. She tried to adjust it, but it was no use. The fabric was too thin, and her movements only made it worse.

Passenger Behind Lara:

A young Indian man, about 25 years old, stood behind Lara in line. He had been staring at her since she got off the bus, unable to take his eyes off her large breasts and revealing outfit. As she climbed the stairs, he couldn't help but notice the way her skirt rode up, revealing a glimpse of her long, dense pubic hair.

His Inner Monologue:

"Wow, she's really showing off her pubic hair. I didn't think Western women did that," he thought, his eyes widening in surprise. "But she's so beautiful, and those breasts… they're incredible. I wonder if she's a porn star."

He tried to look away, but his eyes kept drifting back to Lara's backside. He could see the outline of her buttocks through the thin fabric of her skirt, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his pants.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"I can feel his eyes on me. I know he's looking at my pubic hair. I can't believe this is happening. Can't they move faster?!" Lara thought, her face turning red with embarrassment.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Lara reached the top of the stairs. She smiled at the flight attendants, trying to appear confident despite her discomfort. The flight attendants, a man and a woman, both in their mid-thirties, greeted her with professional smiles.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the male flight attendant said, his eyes briefly flickering over her outfit before returning to her face. "May I see your boarding pass, please?"

Lara handed him her boarding pass, feeling a sense of relief that she was almost on the plane. The flight attendant scanned it and handed it back to her.

"Thank you, ma'am. Please proceed to your seat," he said, gesturing towards the open door of the plane.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"Finally, I'm on the plane. Now, if I can just get through this flight without any more embarrassing incidents…"

Lara took a deep breath and started making her way down the narrow aisle, her troller trailing behind her. As she walked, she could feel her huge breasts bumping into the headrests of the seats on either side of the aisle. She tried to ignore the stares and comments, but it was difficult. She could hear people whispering to each other as she passed by, and she knew that they were talking about her outfit.

Passenger's Inner Monologue:

"Wow, look at her. She's so bold," a middle-aged woman thought, her eyes wide with surprise. "I've never seen anyone wear something like that on a plane before. And those breasts… they're enormous!"

Another Passenger's Inner Monologue:

"She's so beautiful," a young man thought, his eyes glued to Lara's chest. "I wonder if she's a model or something. I've never seen anyone with breasts that big before."

Lara tried to focus on getting to her seat, but the line was moving slowly. Many passengers were still putting their trollers or bags in the overhead luggage space, and she had to wait patiently as they fumbled with their belongings. She could feel the eyes of everyone on her, and she tried to ignore the stares and comments.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"I can't believe I'm doing this. This is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm wearing this outfit on a plane. I must be out of my mind."

Lara stood frozen in front of her row, her heart pounding in her chest. The four Indian men seated in her row were staring at her, their smiles widening as they took in her revealing outfit. She could hear their murmured Hindi comments, but she couldn't understand what they were saying. However, their gestures and expressions left no doubt: they were talking about her.

Indian Men's Inner Monologues:

"Look at her, she's a foreigner. What a bold outfit!" one of them thought, his eyes lingering on Lara's breasts.

"I've never seen a woman with armpit hair before. It's so… exotic," another one mused, his gaze fixated on Lara's exposed armpits.

"Her breasts are so big, they must be fake. I wonder how she manages to walk with them," a third man thought, chuckling under his breath.

"I can see her pubic hair from here. She's not wearing any underwear, is she?" the fourth man wondered, leaning forward to get a better view.

Lara's Inner Monologue:

"This is a nightmare. I can't believe they're staring at me like that. What if they see my hairy pussy?!"

She tried to reach for the overhead compartment to stow her troller, but her micro skirt rode up dangerously high. She could feel the cool air of the cabin on her exposed thighs, and she knew that if she reached any higher, the men would get an unobstructed view of her pubic hair.

Inner Monologues from Other Passengers:

A woman seated across the aisle: "Oh my god, she's not wearing any underwear. Look at the pubes!!"

A businessman: "Who does she think she is, walking around like that? Disgusting."

A teenager: "Wow, she's so hot. Why is she so hairy though?."

Lara sighed softly as she tried to think of the best way to get to her seat without drawing any more attention to herself. She decided to try and squeeze sideways with her back turned to the seated men and her breasts facing the row of seats opposite, hoping that they wouldn't notice her huge breasts and the squeezing against the headrests.

She took a deep breath and started to wiggle down the row, trying to avoid stepping on anyone's feet. As she attempted to squeeze past the first seat, she could feel her breasts starting to push against the headrest of the chair. She tried to wiggle her way through, but it was difficult with her huge tits in the way.

She could hear the men seated behind her chuckle as they watched her struggling to get past. They remained seated, trying to move their legs in the cramped space so that Lara didn't step on their feet. The men could enjoy the back view of Lara, her round bottom and her micro skirt ridding up slightly. However, Lara was still unable to reach her seat.

Lara took a breather, her face flushed with embarrassment and exertion. The whole situation was mortifying, and she couldn't believe she was putting herself through this. The other passengers around her were trying to look away, but it was hard not to stare at the spectacle she was creating. She could feel the eyes of the entire plane on her.

The Indian men continued to chuckle, enjoying the show. One of them leaned forward and said something in Hindi, which caused the others to burst into laughter. They were clearly finding great amusement in Lara's predicament.

The second man reached out and gently lifted her skirt, peeking under it to see what was under there. Lara didn't even notice as she squirmed awkwardly trying to squeeze though the aisle. These men were getting an eyeful of her wild overgrown pubic hair that mostly concealed her pussy lips and anus as they chuckled amongst themselves. Suddenly, Lara realized that it was going to be impossible to get to her seat this way. She sighed softly as she turned around to face the seated men, hoping that they wouldn't notice the blush on her face. She looked into the eyes of each man, one by one, as she continued to make her way down the row. Now they were getting a good view of breasts. Her breasts swayed in front of their face as she tried to hold on to the headrest in the process exposing her unshaven armpits again. She could feel her face starting to flush again as she realized that she was the center of attention for all eyes in the plane. One of the Indian men leaned over to her and spoke in a heavy accent. "Excuse me miss… I could not help but notice your beautiful breasts. They are quite large, are they not?" He smiled at her, his eyes lingering on her cleavage.

Lara felt her face start to burn with embarrassment as she tried to think of a way to respond. She knew that she was going to have to be careful with her words, as she didn't want to cause any trouble on the flight.

"Um… thank you?" she said, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm just comfortable in my own skin, that's all." She tried to smile politely, but she could feel the blush on her cheeks deepening.

The Indian man nodded and smiled, his eyes still lingering on her cleavage. "Of course, of course. You are a very beautiful woman." He leaned in closer to her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "If you need any… special attention during the flight, just let me know, okay?" He winked at her before leaning back in his seat. Lara felt her stomach drop as she realized what he was implying. She knew that she was going to have to be on her guard for the rest of the flight, as she didn't want to end up in a compromising situation with one of the passengers.

As Lara finally settled into her seat, she felt her breasts press against the armrests on either side of her. However, they were so large that they spilled over onto the shoulders and upper arms of the two Indian men sitting next to her. The men couldn't hide their surprise and excitement as they felt her breasts brush against them.
The micro skirt, as Lara sat down, rode up dangerously high on her thighs. The thin fabric was stretched tight across her lap, leaving little to the imagination. Her long, dense pubic hair was partially visible, and a few stray strands had escaped the confines of her skirt. Lara, feeling even more self-conscious now that she was seated, tried to adjust her skirt discreetly, but the fabric was too tight to cover much more. She attempted to cross her legs, but the confined space made it difficult, and the movement only caused her breasts to bounce slightly. The men grinned and shifted closer, their eyes roaming over her heaving chest. Lara felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her as she realized how exposed she was. She tried to adjust her position, but her seat was not made for someone with her curvaceous figure. The two men continued talking to her, their heavy accents and broken English making it difficult to understand what they were saying. But as they leaned in closer, Lara found herself unable to focus on their words. Instead, she found herself noticing the way their eyes kept darting down to her cleavage every few seconds. She knew that they were attracted to her, but she also knew that she was in a **** position. She tried to shift away from them, but her breasts just pressed harder against them, the friction making her nipples stiffen under her thin top. The men seemed to notice her predicament, but instead of acting like gentlemen and giving her more space, they started to move even closer, their chests pushing against hers as they spoke animatedly.

"Miss, the sign has gone on to fasten your seatbelts," the flight attendant announced over the intercom. Lara nodded, looking down at the flimsy seatbelt dangling in front of her. With her huge breasts in the way, she found it quite hard to reach around herself and buckle it in place. She tried to lift her boobs up to give herself more room, but they were so large and heavy that they just flopped back down, covering her abdomen completely. Lara sighed, wondering if she was going to be able to get the seatbelt on at all without assistance. As if on cue, one of the Indian men sitting next to her reached over and took the seatbelt from her hand. "Help you" he said in his thick accent. Lara hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted him touching her like that. But as the flight attendant walked by and gave her a disapproving look, she realized she didn't have much choice. "Okay, sure," she said reluctantly, turning her body slightly towards the man. He quickly buckled the seatbelt around her waist, his hand brushing against her breasts as they were pressed up against her abdomen. Lara tensed up at the innocent contact, a jolt of electricity running through her body. She looked up at him, but he just smiled knowingly at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. When he pulled his hand away, Lara felt empty - like a piece of her was missing. But she ignored that feeling, focusing instead on the seatbelt. She adjusted it as best she could, trying to make herself more comfortable in the cramped seat. As the plane started to take off, the man beside her shifted even closer, his chest pressing against hers as they jostled around. Lara felt her heart start to race as she realized how close they were to each other. She couldn't believe that just a little while ago she had been embarrassed by their stares, and now she was actually enjoying the intimate contact.

"Nice to meet you, miss. I Rajesh, and he Pajeet," the man on Lara's left said in a heavy accent, pointing at his friend on the other side of her.

Lara furrowed her brow, trying her best to understand what he was saying. "You…you said your name is Rajesh?" she stammered out, hoping she had heard him correctly.

Rajesh nodded. "Yes, yes. And him Pajeet."

Lara turned to the other man and attempted a smile. "Hello…Pajeet."

Pajeet returned the smile. "Pleasure to meet you."

Lara sighed, realizing that this was going to be an interesting flight. Trying to have a conversation with these two men was going to be nearly impossible with their thick accents and broken English. She wasn't sure how she was going to pass the time without getting incredibly frustrated.

"So, my name is Lara," she said, attempting small talk. "What you two do for a living?"

Rajesh says something to Pajeet in their native tongue, and Pajeet nodded.

"Oh yes, understand," he said slowly. "I work at call center. Rajesh, he security guard."

Lara nodded, even though she wasn't sure she fully understood what they had said. "That's…that's nice. You both seem to…have jobs."

Rajesh leaned in closer to her, his shoulder pressing against the soft flesh of her breast. "So, Lara. Where you headed?" he asked intently.

Lara tried to ignore the feeling of his body against hers as she thought about his question. "Oh, I'm…I'm going to Mumbai first, I have an adventure planned."

"Wonderful, wonderful," Pajeet said, nodding enthusiastically. "We also go to Mumbai for holiday!"

"That's great," Lara said, though she was really just trying to be polite. The thought of spending an entire flight trying to understand these two men was already exhausting her.

"So, Lara," Rajesh said, leaning even closer to her and practically breathing on her neck. "What you do for fun?"

Lara felt a shiver run down her spine at his closeness. "I…I enjoy traveling, seeing new places, meeting new people."

"Oh yes, meeting new people is best part," Pajeet said with a wink.

Lara rolled her eyes. She was really regretting picking such a flimsy top today. The constant contact with these two men's bodies was starting to wear on her already frazzled nerves. She just wanted to get to Mumbai, check into her hotel, pour herself a stiff drink, and forget about this awful flight ever happened.

"Miss, I need to check your seatbelt is securely fastened," the flight attendant said as she stood in the aisle, her eyes fixed on Lara's chest.

Lara hesitated for a moment, feeling embarrassed to have to lift her breasts up just so this woman could check off another box in her safety checklist. "Uh, okay," she muttered, placing her hands under her massive tits and lifting them up slightly, exposing her flat tummy and the seat belt.

The flight attendant nodded and moved on without a word, leaving Lara's breasts hanging heavily, her nipples erect from the constant brushing against the seat and her shameless neighbors.

Lara let out a shaky breath, trying to calm her racing heart and relax. This flight was going to be a long one, approximately 10 hours long. She closes her eyes intending to take a nap.

Lara closed her eyes and tried to relax, determined to take a nap despite the uncomfortable circumstances. Her mind wandered as she focused on taking deep breaths, trying to ignore the constant slight touches of the men on either side of her. But just as she was starting to drift off to sleep, she felt a sharp nudge on her shoulder.

"Miss, sorry to disturb you, but we have some delicious onboard snacks available now," a female voice said.

Lara's eyes fluttered open and she saw a flight attendant standing in the aisle, smiling at her and holding out a tray of cookies and crackers.

"O-oh, thank you," Lara mumbled, trying to sit up in her seat. But as she moved, one of her breasts slip out of her top entirely, the nipple visible in the cool airplane cabin without her noticing.

Lara quickly reached for the snacks. "Thank you again," she said, giving a weak smile. But as she took the tray, she noticed that the flight attendant's gaze was locked on her exposed breast.

"Whoops!" Lara cried out, hurriedly tucking herself back into her top.

The flight attendant's eyes flew wide and she snapped her gaze away, moving on quickly. "Enjoy your snack," she said brusquely.

Lara slumped back in her seat, her face burning with embarrassment. She just wanted to nap. But with everything that was happening, even that simple pleasure seemed out of reach.

Despite the uncomfortable circumstances, the constant brushing of shoulders, and the embarrassing nip slip, Lara eventually managed to drift off to sleep, the gentle hum of the plane lulling her into unconsciousness. However, as she slept, her body remained completely aware of the inappropriate closeness of the two Indian men on either side of her. She was so exhausted from trying to focus on understanding their thick accents, from the struggles with her seatbelt and top, and from the embarrassment of baring herself in front of that flight attendant.

As she slept, her body became a ragdoll, lolling to one side in the cramped airplane seat, her head falling heavily against the shoulder of one of the men beside her. They exchanged a knowing look, barely able to suppress their grins, and waited for her to wake up. The man whose shoulder she was sleeping on shifted slightly, and as he did so, Lara's top slipped down even further, exposing the upper swell of her breasts and the pale flesh of her cleavage.

The men couldn't take their eyes off of her as she slept, staring at the delicate curves of her body, the way her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took. They could see the outline of her areolas beneath the thin fabric of her top, could even make out the faint shape of the darker circles of her nipples.

Pajeet and Rajesh didn't know whether to wake Lara up or let her sleep. As they sat there, debating what to do, Rajesh couldn't help himself any longer, and he brought his hand up, lightly grazing his fingers across her exposed skin, just barely touching the soft flesh of her breasts.

Lara's eyes flew open at the sensation, her heart leaping in her chest. "Wha-?! Whats going on?!" she exclaimed, blinking in confusion.

Rajesh quickly pulled his hand away, a sheepish smile on his face. "Miss, you were sleeping, so we thought we could help…adjust your, um, your top."

Lara looked down, realizing that her shirt had slipped off of one of her shoulders entirely, leaving an obscene amount of cleavage on display. She quickly tugged the fabric back up, trying to cover herself as best she could.

"I must have fallen asleep," she said, trying to play off her embarrassment. "Thanks…I guess." The men just nodded, their eyes still roaming over her body greedily. Lara's heart was racing, and she could feel a blush creeping up her neck and across her face.

The flight attendant had just handed Rajesh his lunch, but as he reached for it, he accidently knocked his drink over, spilling it all over the back of his pants. "Oh, oh!" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat in alarm. Lara watched as he started to turn around, his back facing her as he twisted to try and mop up the mess with some napkins he had grabbed from the lunch tray. However, as he leaned forward, his pants shifted slightly, exposing the top of his ass crack. And as he moved, Lara caught a whiff of something foul coming from that direction, something that made her wrinkle her nose up in disgust. It was like rotten eggs mixed with sewage, but something else, something…shitty.

Lara scrunch up her nose and mouth in utter disgust, quickly turning her face away from the unwashed ass of the man in front of her, the smell invading her nostrils. She felt her stomach churning at the stench, her gorge rising in her throat as she tried not to gag. Beside her, Pajeet seemed completely oblivious to the aroma, nodding and smiling as he chatted with Rajesh about something the flight attendant had said.

Lara closed her eyes, trying to breathe through her mouth and praying that the smell wouldn't linger. She could already feel her eyes starting to water, and she didn't want to draw any more attention to herself by reacting to the putrid stench. She just hoped that Rajesh would be finished cleaning up the spill soon, so she could go back to ignoring the men beside her and trying to sleep off the rest of this miserable flight.

Rajesh moved sideways down the aisle, his back to Lara, as he made his way towards the rest room at the back of the plane. Pajeet watched him go, a curious look on his face.

"Miss, you okay?" Pajeet asked Lara, turning to face her. He had noticed the way she had scrunched up her face and turned away when Rajesh was leaning over.

"Uh, yeah, I'm fine," Lara said quickly, not wanting to elaborate on what had just happened. "Just a little…a little sleepy."

Pajeet nodded, but he didn't seem entirely convinced. "Rajesh, he was cleaning up spilled drink," he explained. "Sometimes he gets little messy."

Lara **** a smile onto her face, trying hard not to gag as she thought about the stench that had overwhelmed her just moments ago. "Oh, no worries," she said, waving a dismissive hand. "It's all good."

Pajeet sat back in his seat, but his eyes kept drifting over to Lara, as if he was trying to figure something out. Lara tried to ignore him, focusing her attention out the window and hoping that Rajesh would be back soon, so she could get some much needed sleep.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Rajesh returned to his seat, a fresh drink in hand.

Lara just smiled weakly, still trying not to think about the smell of his unwashed ass.

Pajeet turned to look out the window, apparently satisfied that Lara was okay after all. And finally, with the men on either side of her lost in their own thoughts and conversations, Lara was able to relax slightly, her eyes growing heavy as sleep began to take her once more.

But just as her eyes closed, and she started to drift off to sleep, she heard a sudden loud snore coming from Pajeet. Her eyes fluttered open, and she turned to look at him, a startled expression on her face.

"Oh!" Pajeet exclaimed, apparently embarrassed to have been caught snoring by the pretty girl sitting beside him. "Sorry, miss! I didn't mean to-"

But before he could finish his apology, he let out another loud snore, his head lolling to the side as he lost the battle against sleep.

Lara couldn't help but let out a little chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief at the sleepy man beside her. She settled back in her seat herself, trying to ignore the way her side had gone numb after pressing against Pajeet's shoulder for so long, and let herself relax. Sleep was finally starting to take over, and for the first time that day, Lara let herself relax, content in the knowledge that the flight would be over soon.

Little did she know, those snoring men would be the least of her troubles on this ill-fated flight.

When it was time to get to the restroom, Lara knew that she would have to squeeze past the row of seats where those three Indian men were sitting to reach the aisle. She had been dreading this moment, knowing how small the space between the seats was, and how much her breasts would spill out and squish against those men as she tried to get by. But she didn't have a choice, so she gritted her teeth, stood up, and tried to wedge herself into the narrow opening between the seats. As she moved, she could feel her breasts squishing against the men's shoulders, her nipples hardening as they made contact with their shirts. She blushed deeply, mortified at how intimate this was going to be.

The man in the middle, Pajeet, smiled up at her, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. "Namaste, beautiful lady!" he said cheerily.

"Uh, hi," Lara stammered, trying to ignore the fact that Pajeet's face was mere inches from her chest as she squeezed by. "Yeah, thanks. I'm just…trying to get to the aisle."

Pajeet chuckled. "Of course, of course. Your bobs lovely," he added, not missing a beat. His hand reached out and squeezed Lara's thigh as she tried to sidestep him.

"What the hell?!" Lara cried out, smacking his hand away hard and shoving past him forcefully. "Don't you dare touch me!"

She scrambled to her feet and hurried through the crowded aisle, her face red with fury and embarrassment. Those men, always leering at her, making gross comments, and now groping her on top of everything else. She couldn't wait to get off this damn plane.

Lara made her way down the narrow aisle, her breasts bumped into the headrests of the chairs on either side, drawing the attention of the passengers seated there. Some of them stared in shock at the size of her breasts, while others recognized her as the famous Lara Croft and were intrigued by her choice of clothing. A few even made lewd comments under their breath, but Lara tried to ignore them and focus on finding the bathroom.

Suddenly, a fat man appeared in front of her, blocking her path. He was much larger than Lara, and she knew that one of them would have to move to let the other pass. The man looked her up and down, his eyes lingering on her breasts, and then he smiled lecherously.

"Excuse me, miss," he said, his voice dripping with false politeness. "I need to get by."

Lara hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do. She didn't want to cause a scene, but she also didn't want to let this man get too close to her. Finally, she decided to stand sideways, her breasts pressing against the headrest of the chair next to her, and let the man pass.

The man squeezed by her, his belly pressing against her back and his penis getting erect as he brushed against her ass. Lara could feel his erection pressing against her, and she shuddered in disgust. She tried to move away, but the man was too close, and she couldn't get any further away from him.

"Get your bimbo tits out of my face!" the passenger seated next to her shouted, clearly irritated by the intrusion of her breasts into his personal space.

Lara blushed and tried to apologize, but the man was already moving away, his erection still pressing against her ass. She could feel the eyes of the other passengers on her, and she knew that they were all judging her for her choice of clothing and her large breasts.

Finally, she reached the bathroom entrance.

Lara struggled to enter the cramped restroom, her breasts bumping against the doorframe as she tried to squeeze through. She grunted in frustration, finally managing to get inside by turning sideways. The bathroom was tiny, with barely enough room to stand, let alone move around. She closed the door and locked it, leaning against the wall to catch her breath. She could still feel the fat man's erection pressing against her, and she shuddered at the memory. She took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand. She needed to use the bathroom and get back to her seat as quickly as possible.
As Lara stepped out of the restroom, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. The tight space and the constant bumping of her breasts had made her feel claustrophobic, and she was glad to be back in the open. She made her way back to her seat, careful not to bump into anyone or anything. As she approached her row, she saw that the Indian men were still there, and she felt a pang of annoyance. She didn't want to have to deal with them again, but she knew she had ****.

As Lara made her way down the aisle, she could feel the eyes of the other passengers on her. She tried to ignore them, focusing instead on getting back to her seat. But as she squeezed past the Indian men, she couldn't help but feel their eyes on her. They were speaking in Hindi, and she could tell from their tone that they were making fun of her. She didn't understand everything they were saying, but she caught enough to know that they were commenting on her breasts and her clothing. She felt a flush of embarrassment and anger rise to her cheeks, but she tried to keep her composure.

One of the men, Rajesh, looked up at her with a lecherous grin. "Oh, Miss Lara, you are looking so beautiful today," he said, his eyes roaming over her body. "Your breasts are so big, so… tempting."

Lara glared at him, trying to keep her voice steady. "I'm not interested in your comments, Rajesh," she said firmly. "Please keep them to yourself."

But Rajesh just laughed, leaning closer to her. "But Miss Lara, you are so… so… voluptuous. How can I not comment on such beauty?"

Lara felt a surge of anger and disgust, but she knew she couldn't make a scene. She turned away from him and squeezed into her seat, feeling her breasts press against the armrest and brush against Pajeet's and Rajesh's upper arms. She tried to ignore the sensation, but it was impossible. She could feel their eyes on her, and she knew they were enjoying the view.

Pajeet leaned over to Rajesh, speaking in Hindi. "Did you see the way her breasts bounced as she walked? They're like two big melons, ripe for the picking."

Rajesh chuckled, his eyes never leaving Lara's chest. "Oh, I saw. And that skirt is so short, I can almost see her pussy."

Lara tried to ignore their conversation, but it was difficult. She could feel her face burning with embarrassment and anger. She wished she could just disappear, but she knew she had to endure this for the rest of the flight.

She knew she had a long flight ahead of her, and she didn't want to spend it being ogled by these two men. She tried to focus on her breathing, on the sound of the engines, on anything but the two men sitting next to her.

But it was impossible. Every time she shifted in her seat, she could feel their eyes on her. Every time she reached up to adjust her hair, she could feel their gaze follow her movements. She felt like a piece of meat, being devoured by their hungry eyes.

As she looked out the window, she couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to escape the attention of these two men for the rest of the flight.