She tries to make him more comfortable

John let his head rest on her massive breast. She was right, it was soft as a cloud, but it was making him hard as a rock. Just as she had anticipated.

"Comfortable?" She asked.

"Very," John answered.

"Good. If you need to move position to get more comfortable at any point feel free to adjust my tit accordingly."

"What?" John said in disbelief.

"You know, like fluffing a pillow."

"Oh" John said reaching up to cup her breast. Testing the waters, John gently squeezed. The fat woman simply smiled at John, giving him the courage to start groping more heavily. Wanting to see just how far he could take this, John reached into her low cut shirt and tried to pull out her massive breast. It was so big that he couldn't do it on his own and she ended up helping by stretching her shirt downwards and using the other had to scoop her meaty tit upwards and outwards.

"God damn!" John whispered.

"Yea," She laughed. "They're pretty much the biggest tits you'll ever see." She said proudly.

"Damn straight! Just this one is fatter than your massive gut, and that's saying something!" John was thinking out loud. "Uh- sorry... I just meant-" He started to apologize hoping he didn't ruin his chances of playing with her tits for the rest of the flight.

"For what?" The girl asked honestly, having took his previous remark as a compliment.

"I just meant you had big boobs, I didn't mean to call you fat."

"I am fat." She said matter of fact.

"Well... yea but"

"I'm huge. I'm a fucking whale. A massive tub of lard. I've heard it all before, I mean I did go to high school."

"Kids called you things like that."

"Some were more creative. One would always call me shamu and ask if I wanted to free his willy." She giggled fondly.

"Kids can be so mean and disrespectful." John said hoping to show his support, to show he was on her side, all the while still groping away.

"Respect?" She scoffed. "I don't deserve respect, I'm a slut." She said bluntly.

"Really?" John was not sure how to follow what she just admitted.

"Obviously, I mean I'm letting a stranger feel me up. You don't have to pretend it's not true, you seem like a guy who gets with plenty of sluts."

"Well," John started, feeling slightly proud. "I've been with a few."

"Yea, I bet you have you stud you. Hey, you know why they call a guy who sleeps with a lot of woman a stud, but a woman who sleeps with a lot of men a slut?" She asked.

"Double standards?" John answered, still trying to appeal to some feminist line of thinking that just wasn't present in this woman's mind.

"No silly" She giggled. "It's because a key that opens many locks is called a master key, and a lock that opens for any old key is just a shitty lock."

"Really?" John laughed in surprise.

"Yup. Plus I mean I'm fat. Sluts can be fat, have you ever met a fat stud?"

"Well one or two. But they were also Millionaires so that might have helped."

"Definitely. Now that you're fully aware of my slutty nature, is there anything else I can do to make you more comfortable?"

"Like what?"

"I don't know... anything really, blowjob, rimjob, tit fuck... something like that."