Ashamed and humiliated

"oh..." She looks over to see how her weight has displaced John into a small bundle up against the window. "I'm sorry"

"Don't worry about it" John says more irritated at his predicament than concerned about her feelings.

"Maybe we can switch seats-"

"Why, so I can spend the 4 hour flight falling into the aisle?" John snaps reflexively. John usually isn't this mean but after a terribly unsuccessful business trip and spending the day in a boring airport due to continuous delays he is at his wit's end.

"I just meant if there's anything I can do to make you more comfortable-" She sounded more earnest when saying that then the stewardess. She clearly felt bad for John as well as about herself. 'Fuck it' John thought, 'no sense in half-assing be an asshole.'

"You know usually they make cows like you buy two seats" John chides "but I guess you just slipped through the cracks... Ironically" John punctuates with a poke to her large soft belly. The people in the row in front of John fail to stifle their laughter at overhearing his rude jokes.

She hangs her head in shame, but because of her ridiculous proportions it just looks like she is staring at her own massive milky white tits. Her face is almost as red as the hair that hangs in front of it, and a single tear drops onto her left breast and rolls down to her never ending cleavage.

"enjoying the view?" John asks sarcastically.
She looks to him with a confused look on his face but finds the answer in his. John is openly staring at her cleavage. She attempts to cross her arms over them to hide them from sight but her arms can't quite make it all the way around and end up squishing them together causing them to spill out even more. "Now that's what I call a Grand Canyon" John teases as he gawks at her cleavage that now starts at the bottom of her neck.