(Chapter originally written by Hectic)
“HOLD YOUR HORSES, I’M HERE ALRIGHT?” you heard bellow from the front of the plane. From the plastic box’s position on the ground, you could partially see under the chair in front of you to the entrance of the plane. In walked what could only be described as a mountain of a woman. She had painfully fake, bleached, blonde hair, spray tanned, orange skin, and curves that could only be described as surreal. Clad in a skin-colored body suit that made it look like she was practically naked, this woman was nearly on the same level of blessed as your Aunt Cass, only it seemed like her personality was the polar opposite. She snarled at a flight attendant as she boarded the plane, bumping each of her titanic cheeks into the shoulder of the regular sized women who were unlucky enough to be sitting in the aisle seats as she walked down.
“Ughhh, alright 13… A” she said as she stopped at the remaining empty seat, the seat right next to your girlfriend and tragically, right above the Tiny-Economy section.
“Hmph” the rude giantess said as she raised an eyebrow at Mari. Your girlfriend simply put her book down and shot her a welcoming smile.
“That’s a respectable rump you’re packing there, miss” she said to Mari, causing Mari to flush with embarrassment, before continuing, “I mean it’s nothing compared to my buns, of course, but it’s respectable at least. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze with my A+ ass and your B- ass squeezing into seats right next to each other, but we can make it wor--” just then the enormous woman looked down at the plastic box, where each and every man was staring up at her.
“You. Are. Fucking. Kidding. Me” she enunciated each word clearly. “I knew I shouldn’t have bought the cheapest goddamn ticket for this last minute flight. I have to share my footspace with the tiny runts down there!?” She groaned audibly before shoving her carry-on into the compartment above her, squishing Mari’s bag slightly before she slammed it shut. The woman then plopped her ass down into the seat, decimating the leather beneath her weight, and even overflowing some of her ass-flesh onto Mari’s leg as well. If Mari had a bigger ass than 99% of the population, and she did, then this woman was the remaining 1% who eclipsed even her. So with the two women simply sitting next to each other, their flowing curves filled up every inch of the seating section.
“Name’s Angelica, by the way, but all my friends call me Big Ange” she said, while holding out her hand for Mari to shake. Her other hand was reaching down to immediately unbuckle her heels which had struggled to support her incredible weight. Mari simply shook her hand, and said “Mari” in return, partly in shock at the nature of this Ange woman. Part of her hated this woman’s rude attitude immediately, but another part of her didn’t want to do anything that would offend this volatile lady within the first few minutes of a twelve hour flight.
“They really don’t make planes for big girls like us, do they?!” Ange exclaimed loudly before laughing at her own joke. Mari lowered her gaze a bit dejectedly. While she was certainly proud of the curves that she had inherited from her mother, she also knew that her laidback lifestyle in comparison to Rio, she definitely had packed on more than a few unnecessary pounds as well. And hearing a woman as enormous as Ange refer to both of them as big girls was certainly a blow to her feelings, even if Ange meant it as a twisted compliment of sorts.
Big Ange finally popped both of her heels off and without another word she slammed both of her bare feet on top of the plastic box that housed you all. The box itself creaked and groaned at the weight of just her legs, as her comparably massive feet blocked out practically all of the light above the box. Moreover, the crass woman’s visibly sweaty soles filled the tiny holes that were drilled in for air circulation. And within moments, the smell of this woman’s foot sweat began to sink in through these holes, creating a hotbox of foot odor for the 30 or so tiny guys as well as yourself.
“I can’t believe my beautiful feet have to share space with all of these pipsqueaks for the entire flight. Maybe if I complain enough later I can get a refund for this ticket! But either way, I hope the runts like the smell of my sweaty feet, am I right, sis?” Ange said, elbowing Mari rather roughly before laughing at her own cruel joke once again.
Mari simply looked down in shock, staring at this woman’s giant feet, knowing that the only thing separating her boyfriend from those soles was a thin, plastic box. Part of Mari welled up with rage due to her protective nature over you. But another part of her brain told her to try to appease the giant bully, partly for her own sake and partly because she didn’t know what Ange would do to the tinies beneath her if she got any more pissed off.
How does Mari respond?
1.“My boyfriend is down there! Can you please put your shoes back on and take your feet off of there! There is plenty of room to the side for you!” Surely pissing off Ange even more was not the right move, but Mari couldn’t just sit by and let you and your fellow tiny guys get disrespected.
2.“Haha, uhh yeah it’s ridiculous that they’re making you share your foot space with them! Stupid tinies probably love your feet though anyway!” Mari thinks that by agreeing with this menace of a woman that maybe she will stop torturing you all. But little does she know, it only fires Ange up more to believe that there is a like minded woman on the plane. She takes things further and further, as Mari is forced to sit idly by and pretend to laugh, or even worse… join in.
3. Mari simply smiles and nods before putting her headphones in. Maybe ignoring Ange is the best route of action after all.
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