POV: Pearplane

[Your seat neighbor on the plane is the biggest pear-shaped woman you’ve ever seen! It’s ok, I’m sure she won’t let TOO much of her ass overflow into your seat]

As you board the airplane headed home, you casually wait in line as everyone in front of you places their bags in the overhead bin and finds their seat. You glance down at your boarding pass to check your seat assignment for the 10th time in the last few minutes. It still says “17A”. You were relieved to get a window seat when you first booked your flight considering how long you had spent procrastinating. In fact, that entire row was available so you made sure to quickly nab that window seat online. You recall the lady on the PA saying that the flight was completely booked multiple times while you were waiting in line at the gate, so no doubt you’d have someone sitting next to you during the flight. But lucky for you, you wouldn’t be the one stuck in the middle seat.

At last, you’re able to reach your seat. Carrying nothing but a backpack, you decide to simply slide it under the chair in front of you and buckle up. Not wanting to deal with the monotony of the preflight safety spiel, you pop in your ear buds, close your eyes, and relax in your chair.

After a few minutes, you start to feel a rhythmic shake that rattles you in your seat.

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

*thump*

You try to ignore it, passing it off for the engines simply warming up, or maybe the plane was taxiing already and there were some bumps near the runway. But the shaking only grew in intensity as time went on. You open your eyes, with your jaw quickly following suit as you take in the sight in front of you.

Walking down the hallway of the plane (though it was more like sideways waddling) was one of the fattest women you had ever seen in person. She had to be at least 800 pounds, and probably more. Her figure was the most accurate description of the word “pear” that you had ever witnessed. While her upper half made her appear like your typical chubby woman, her bottom half was an entirely different story. Her hips jutted out so far from her torso that it was almost comical. She had to be at least 5 feet wide. Her ass was absolutely monstrous in size. It heavily brushed up against every person behind her with an aisle seat as she slid sideways down the hall.

“Hey!”

“Watch it!”

“Move it, lady!”

“Be careful!”

And numerous other out-cries were shouted her way as she trudged on towards wherever her seat was. Headphones were dislodged from people’s heads, books were slapped out of people’s hands, and she even accidentally forced someone’s laptop shut. Her face seemed to grow redder and redder with embarrassment with each inch of progress she made.

Despite the constant look for worry and shame, you can’t help but notice how pretty her face is. She had gorgeous green eyes and doughy soft looking skin. While her face was obviously chubby, it was completely free of imperfections. Her long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders, occasional twirling as she frantically looked from side to side to minimize the amount of destruction she left in her wake.

She was wearing a simple white tank top with three small bumps where her small breasts and belly pressed against the fabric. While she certainly had a belly on her, her lower half was clearly taking priority when it came to fat accumulation.

A dark green backpack was slung around her back. She was wearing a pair of yoga pants that were extremely inadequate to contain her colossal backside. Several inches of pale, jiggling ass fat overflowed out of the poor garment for the entire plane to see.

Her gargantuan ass and mega-wide hips were supported by a pair of thick, doughy thighs that were wider than an average man’s entire body. They looked like they could burst out of her tight pants at any moment. Every detail of her rolls and cellulite could be seen through the nearly transparent material.

As she approaches you, you look away to make sure she doesn’t catch you gawking at her unusual figure. You look towards the two empty seats next you and your eyes widen once again with realization.

“What if one of these seats is hers?” you think to yourself.

You stare straight ahead, thinking of what might happen if that’s true. What if she had the middle seat? There’s no way she could fit all of that ass between two people. Hell, she could fill up the entire row and then some by herself probably. Though the thought of having all that booty in your lap induces a series of positive emotions as well.

Then what if she had the aisle seat? She couldn’t even fit one of her enormous ass cheeks in a single chair. The rest of her would spill over into the aisle and totally block the path of the flight attendants. She’d have to scoot over until her booty was burying the person sitting in the middle seat. A quick flash of jealousy from that thought makes you wish she has the middle seat after all, for your own perverted reasons.

Snapping back to reality, you check on her progress. She’s right next to you now. This is it, does she stop here or keep going?

You see her eyes quickly scan the row number above you, then drift down to you. She gives you a weak troubled smile and begins to shift her position. You awkwardly smile back, realizing that she is, in fact, sharing your row.

The massive woman removes her backpack and begins slowly rotating in place. She looked like a cruise ship trying to maneuver in a swimming pool. Suddenly a loud ripping noise comes from the aisle seat next to you as you notice something in the chair frame snagged on her incredibly tight pants. She grunted and continued to turn until you see a hole about 4 inches wide on the hip of her pants. The hole slowly expanded as her fat desperately tried to escape its confined prison.

The woman then planted her gargantuan ass on the two seats next to you. Her hip fat quickly bulges up against you. It engulfs your left leg and comes up your side. You feel her exposed skin rubbing up against your arm as it attempts to bulge further and further out of the hole in her pants. Even with it just touching your elbow you can tell it’s extremely soft to the touch. You desperately wish you could grab a handful.

As she scoots and readjusts herself, you see her entire ass jiggle and shake. Even after she finally settled in her ass continues to slosh back and forth for several more seconds. After a series of deep labored breaths (no doubt from lugging around all of booty for so long), the woman glances at you. You quickly look away again so as not to get caught staring at her. After a few seconds, you see her look ahead again out of the corner of your eye.

“Um, excuse me ma’am,” a soft-spoken voice says from the aisle.

You and the massive woman both look up to a small petite lady in a pencil skirt and elegant blouse. No doubt she must be on some sort of business trip.

“I can’t get past you,” she said quietly.

You notice the fat woman frown. This was a knowing frown though, as if she had seen this coming. You crane your neck over to the aisle and see that most of the woman’s enormous ass was overflowing out of her seat…both seats! In fact, a large portion her ass cheek was resting on the armrest of the seat across the aisle. An older man in a plaid shirt was glaring at the huge glob of fat, not very happy about it bulging over his armrest.

“Oh I’m so sorry!” she said. Her face immediately turned bright red. She looked like she was about to cry from all the embarrassment. She turned to face you, a look of obvious terror was deeply embedded in her features. Your eyes widen as you realize what’s about to happen.

The woman closes her eyes and takes k in a deep breath.

“Sir, I can’t explain how sorry I am for this…but I need to scoot over.” she began. Her eyes start to water. You feel a strange mix of excitement, pity, arousal, and concern that you’ve never felt before.

The woman continued, “I’m going to have to…” she glups.

“Would it be ok if I… I don’t have a choice I need to…

It was too much and the tears started to flow.

“If it’s too big *SNIFF* of a problem maybe you can swap… Or maybe… I just…”

She continued to ramble. It breaks your heart to see her like this. She was truly a beautiful woman, not just because of her size, but because of everything about her. Her smile, her eyes, her lips, her hair. Everything about her was so gorgeous… so pure.

“It’s ok,” you say quietly. “I totally understand.”

The woman wiped another tear off her face and sniffed. She nods her head and then looks away from you.

Hesitantly, the woman reached for the chair in front of her and struggled to lift her immense ass up off of the seats. She grunted as her legs started to tremble. However, slowly but surely, she started to rise. Then she shuffled her legs to the side. You watch as one of her ass cheeks nears closer and closer to your face, jiggling like mad with every small step she takes.

Her ass is now only an inch or two away from your face. Instinctually, you lean your head back in your chair as far as it will go. However, it becomes apparent that there’s simply no way for you to avoid contact. Her ass was simply WAY too huge.

You close your eyes as your nose is suddenly pressed by something extremely soft. Her ass pushes harder and harder against you, pressing your head even harder into the back of your seat. Its mass forces you to turn your head to the side and you find yourself completely engulfed in her booty for a few glorious seconds. The shock causes you to try and take in a sharp breath instinctually, but you find yourself unable to take in any air. Opening your mouth only causes her ass fat to bulge its way inside. Your lungs tremble as they’re denied their air. Finally, you feel her ass drop down from your face.

Suddenly, you let out a grunt as your arm feels like it’s going to be crushed into dust.

“The armrest!” you struggle to say. You wonder how you could have been so stupid and left it down this whole time. There was no chance in hell she’d be able to fit those colossal mountains of flab between them.

You shove your  arm as hard as you can until finally it slides out from between her ass and the armrest. Too tired to attempt standing up, the huge woman continued to let gravity have full control of her fat body.

*GROANNNNNNNNN SNAP*

You hear the armrest burst off of the chair and quickly become buried entirely under her ass. Her girth lands in your lap with an audible *PLOP*. If your lungs had an air in them, it would have immediately been knocked out of you. Your arms, torso, chest, and legs down to your knees are now fully enveloped in soft jiggly ass fat. The feeling of just a portion of her incredible weight on you is exhilarating. You feel like an incredibly heavy marshmallow was just dropped on you.

Getting your vision back, your field of view is dominated mostly by still-jiggling ass fat overflowing out of struggling yoga pants. You notice that not even one of her gigantic ass cheeks fits in your lap as the rest of her ass was supported by the two seats and most of the aisle to the side. Glancing to the right, you see her hip is pressed fully against the window on the other side of you. The side wall of the plane was even groaning slightly. You hope it will hold.

You notice the feeling of something cool and soft in your right hand. No doubt that must be the portion of fat bursting out of her yoga pants you noticed earlier. You fight the urge not to give it a big squeeze. In fact, you notice that your left arm is also fully engulfed by her ass cheek with your hand pressed firmly against it. There’s nothing you want more than to squeeze her softness. You do your best to fight your arousal so as not to poke her with your rising member.

“Thank you,” the soft-spoken businesswoman from before says.

You crane your neck forward and around the woman’s huge ass cheek to see the much smaller woman shove her way past the woman’s ass fat overflowing into the aisle and continue towards her row. It was a tight squeeze for even a person as small as her, but there was simply no more room for the massive woman to scoot over towards.

“Are you ok?” the fat woman asks you.

You look up towards her.

“Are you going to be able to handle the whole trip like this?” she asked.

You nod your head.

“Yeah I’ll be fine,” you say, trying not to let it show how excited you are.

She nodded but continued to frown towards you.

“I guess I should introduce myself.” she began again.

“I’m Mal,” she said quietly.

You’re barely able to breathe, let alone speak, but manage to utter out your name in reply.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Mal says, holding a hand towards you.

She realizes both of your arms are too far deep under several hundred pounds of booty fat and retracts her hand, her frown returning.

You both sit in silence for a few moments. You struggle to think of a way to tell her that everything is ok. Things are more than ok for you after all. She just made your day! But you can’t find the words to express this without coming off as a creepy weirdo.

“So I don’t fly very often,” she says. “But when I do I try to reserve an entire row for myself…”

You nod, having a feeling of where this is going.

“But this time, I took too long getting my seats and well… I couldn’t find a whole row that didn’t have one person in it already…”

“I’m sorry,” you say softly, thinking back to when you first reserved your seat and how the entire row was open before you.

“Don’t be,” she says, “Afterall, how could you have had any idea that a massive disgusting whale of a woman was going to be crushing you the whole flight?” she asked, frustrated.

“I don’t think you’re disgusting at all,” you say before you can stop yourself.

“Thanks,” but you don’t need to pretend you aren’t miserable right now.

“I’m not miserable in the slightest,” you say a little too proudly.

Mal looks at you inquisitively. You decide to just smile back.

You open your mouth to start explaining that if it were a problem you would have asked to swap seats with someone else, but suddenly the beep of the intercom interrupts you.

“Attention all passengers, please ensure your seatbelts are fastened and your food trays are up as we will be departing shortly.”

You gulp in anticipation and wiggle your toes to make sure you can still feel them. After a quick confirmation, you determine you can. You should be able to survive this whole trip, no problem.

Suddenly the plane lurched forward. The sudden acceleration causes Mal’s ass to press against you even harder and you feel yourself sink deeper into both it and your chair. Her ass presses against you so hard that it starts to bulge higher and higher up your body. Once again, you feel it press against your chin and cover your mouth. Just when it’s about to sink back down, the plane leaps into the air and angles upward. Your entire face is once again buried in Mal’s ass fat. Darkness engulfs you and you find yourself unable to breathe. The feeling in your legs start to disappear from her weight and you feel your back pop. You desperately try to take in another breath, but your mouth and nose are firmly sealed from the surrounding air. Your chest twitches and your heart rate skyrockets. Your throat desperately tries to suck in oxygen, but there isn’t a single molecule, only fat. Your entire body starts to twitch but feels like it’s drifting further and further away. The sound of the engines grows distant and the panic in your mind fades with it. Within another few seconds, everything simply fades to black.

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Suddenly, you feel yourself forced back to consciousness. A soft hand is shaking your head and you hear your name being shouted over and over. You blink a few times and open your eyes. Your head is no longer engulfed in booty and you can see again. You take in your surroundings. The plane had finished accelerating and was now fully in the air. Only your arms, torso, and legs are buried in booty again.

“Oh my god are you ok?” Mal said. She was crying once more. A deep look of remorse was on her face as she looked at you extremely concerned.

You explain that you’re alright and ask how long you were out for.

“I think it was just a minute or two.” she said, “I’m so sorry! You have no idea! I feel so bad! It’s all my fault!”

She buries her face in her hands and continues weeping.

“I’m a disgusting flat blob,” she moaned.

“I told you you’re not disgusting” you say.

She simply let out another *SNIFF* in reply and continued crying.

“In fact, I think quite the opposite of you,” you say.

Mal looks up at you, her face red and wet with fresh tears.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asks with a raised eyebrow.

You grimace. What did you mean by that? You want to tell her you think she’s beautiful and that you hope this plane ride never ends. But what if she thinks you’re a creep and you just make her feel even more uncomfortable?

“Look, all I’m trying to say is that I don’t want you to feel bad.” you explain, trying to change the subject. “Why don’t we talk a bit to pass the time? We’ve got a long flight ahead of us.”

Mal hesitated for a moment, let out one last *SNIFF*, nodded, then finally let out a reluctant “Ok.”

The two of you talk for the next couple of hours. You discuss music, hobbies, tv shows, movies, and all sorts of things. You actually find out that you have quite a lot in common. You even live in the same city! In the back of your mind though, you notice that she’s slowly feeling better and better about the whole situation too. Hell, she even started to giggle at some of your jokes. Seeing her finally crack a smile makes your heart melt. It made her look even more radiant.

Your smile falters as a voice on the intercom floods the entire cabin. “Attention passengers, please fasten your seatbelts and remain seated until further notice as we are about to encounter some turbulence.”

Luckily, your seatbelt was impossible to reach under all of that ass and it was still securely fastened. That’s when you realize that Mal had never been buckled in the entire time. You recall there being seatbelt extensions for larger passengers, but there weren’t any. Did they just not have enough? Or maybe they just assumed she was so wedged into her seats that she couldn’t possibly leave them.

Suddenly, you feel the entire plane begin to shake. The weight of Mal’s ass bounces up and down you at a rapid rate. The whole ordeal made her ass start to jiggle like mad. Her body looked like a bowl of jello in a massage chair. Once again you have to fight the urge to get aroused. Her flab vibrates on top of you like crazy, sending ripples of blubber all around her ass and into your lap. You feel the meaty ripples of fat quiver between your fingers too. You can feel the front of your pants start to tighten. This is not good. You feel your hardened penis press against her ass. You grit your teeth and hope that her booty is fat enough to prevent her from feeling you.

After what feels like an eternity, the turbulence finally lets up and you can finally relax. You let out a massive sigh of relief and focus on calming down. After taking in a few deep slow breaths, you think that you might be a little more than just relaxed and let out a quick yawn. (Though unfortunately with both of your hands pinned down, you’re unable to cover it).

You glance up towards Mal and let her know that you’re going to try and sleep for the remaining hours of the flight. You feel it’s best to let her know that you’re sleeping on purpose, lest she freak out when she discovers your unconscious body again. You rest your face against the top of her ass cheek. A few lingering thoughts cross your mind wondering if Mal is ok with this or not, but you quickly fall asleep before you can dwell on them for too long. Her ass was the perfect pillow. You can’t remember ever feeling something so soft in your life. After some thoughts about having your own personal cloud, everything once again goes dark.

A few hours later, the familiar voice on the intercom wakes you up.

“Attention all passengers, we will arrive at our destination in just a few more minutes. Please ensure your seatbelt is fastened, your tray table is up, and your seats are in the full upright position.”

You notice that you no longer have any feeling in your legs. In fact, your hands were feeling a little fuzzy too. It wouldn’t be much longer until they lost all their feeling as well. Groggily, you turn towards Mal, who was also asleep. You wonder if you should wake her up or not. Some people are terrified of airplane landings and maybe she’d want to be unconscious for it. Then again, maybe she’d like to be awake to prepare herself for it. You think about what the landing will be like with yourself underneath her. What if you pass out again or something? You’d want her awake for sure if something like that happened. With that, you decide to wake her.

You try saying her name, but she doesn’t reply. You say it a little louder. Nothing. You think about both your hands currently on her ass and wonder if it would be ok to shake her awake. You try calling her name one more time at the loudest volume you’re comfortable using. Again, she simply continued to breathe slowly and deeply.

You give Mal’s ass a little shove with your right hand, feeling it sink deeply into her exposed booty blubber. The feeling was so immaculate that you forget why you’re doing it in the first place. After a few seconds, you realize she still hasn’t awoken. You shove harder, causing her ass to jiggle slightly before shoving your arm back into its place against the wall once more. Nothing.

You shove her ass with both your hands as hard as you can, sending her entire ass cheek into another jiggling fit.

“Mhmmmmmmm,” Mal said between breaths, but continued to remain asleep.

You quickly stop, hoping you didn’t cross a line with her. You wait for a few moments but she’s still sleeping.

This time, there’s no holding back. You squeeze and shake her ass as hard as you can. This causes huge globs of her ass fat to shake and slosh in your lap. The feeling of her pillowy ass is incredible and you savor the feeling of her softness between your fingers…at least, what little bit of the feeling you can still enjoy.

At last, Mal begins to stir.

“Ohhhhhhh Mmmmmmm,” she whispers, then bites her lip.

You quickly release your grip on her booty and rest your arms against the wall of the cabin and the back of the middle seat again. She turns to look at you.

“Hey, just wanted to tell you that we’ll be landing soon,” you say, hoping she wasn’t mad.

“Oh thanks,” she said with a smile. If she was upset, she didn’t seem to be showing any signs of it. In fact, she seemed to be in the best mood she’d been in all day.

You nod and glance out the window. The ground was rapidly approaching. The plane will make contact in just a matter of seconds. You take in a deep breath and grit your teeth in anticipation. Suddenly, the plane lands on the runway with a loud *THUD* and you feel yourself once again sink into your seat under the immense weight of one of Mal’s colossal ass cheeks. This time though, the force is harder than it had even been before. All the air is immediately knocked out of your lungs and you feel your seat (and the seats next to you) groan audibly from the pressure. The hard landing causes her hips to bulge out in every direction with even more force. It was once again too much for the poor yoga pants and you hear a loud *RIPPPPPPPPPPPP* as you feel the fabric tear all the way from the hole near her hip to her ass crack.

“EEP” you hear Mal shout as she feels the rip grow and ass surge outward.

Your pelvis feels like it’s about to snap from the weight, but then her ass quickly bounced back up and resumed yet another series of intense jiggles. Finally, you were on the ground and you had survived. You look towards Mal. She looks back at you with a worried smile.

“I’m glad you made it this whole way ok,” she began. “I’m sorry again for having to put you through all this. You’re ok, right?”

You explain once again that it was no big deal at all. You tell her that you’re really glad you got to meet her and had a wonderful time getting to know her during the plane ride.

Once the plane came to a stop, all the passengers slowly waited for the doors to open and began to slowly shuffle out. She once again grabbed the seat in front of her and attempted to hoist her bulk up and off of you. As she slowly lifts her ass off of you, you begin to feel the cool air of the cabin on your legs. They finally began to regain their feeling as well.

Mal leaned against the seat waiting for the people in front of her to disperse so she could exit. You look at her ass and your eyes widen. Before you is one of her entire massive ass cheeks fully exposed. Was she even wearing panties? A thin glint of pink confirmed she was, but most of the poor garment was swallowed by her booty. You still can’t believe just how MASSIVE she was. It was pale and dotted with cellulite. It boasted a texture that looked so incredibly soft that it was just begging to be squeezed and groped.

“M-M-Mal…” you stammer. “Your pants!”

“Shhhhhhhh,” she says, looking back over at you. “Consider it a payment,” she said in a low whisper.

“A what?”

“Payment,” she repeated. “You dealt with me crushing you the entire flight and as a reward you get to take in this view.”

Your head was spinning. What on earth was happening right now? But eventually you let your baser instincts take over and take in her beautiful ass. It truly was incredible.

After a minute or so of ogling. You decide to speak up.

“I guess this must mean you don’t think you’re disgusting anymore. That’s good to hear.” you say, with a smug grin.

“Oh, I don’t know about that.” she replied. “I may not think very highly of my body, but I had a feeling you would enjoy it.”

“Wait, how did you know that-” you began.

“Like I said,” she began, cutting you off. “I had a feeling…or should I say I felt something… something during all that turbulence,” she said, giving you a friendly wink.

You feel the blood rushing to your face. So she DID feel your erection. You start to apologize, feeling extremely embarrassed.

“I–uh… I mean I tried to…ummmm” you stammer.

“Shhhhhh,” she says again, shushing you once more. “Like I said, it’s totally fine.”

You simply lower your head and nod.

“Now then, how about you help me cover up on the way to baggage claim and I’ll give you another payment in the form of my phone number?” she said with that radiant smile of hers.

The End.