Of course she does

"I understand."

"Good girl." John lovingly patted her head.
"Harder! Harder! Harder!" John's laptop was still playing the porno.
Closing it and raising the try table John slipped his laptop back under the seat in front of him, peeking at the passengers in that row as he did so. They all seemed completely oblivious to what just happened right behind them. John decided to leave his pants at his ankles as he shifted in his seat and leaned against 'miss piggy,' resting his head on her pillowy breast.
"I'm worn out. I'm gonna take a quick nap. If I'm not awake in an hour wake me up with a hand job okay?"
"Okay." She prayed that it wouldn't come to that. Or that he wouldn't cum to that.

Luckily for her only forty five minutes passed before the plane hit some turbulence and John awoke to his head bouncing on the tit he was using as a pillow. Leaning up and stretching he let out a yawn and checked his watch.
"Good" He said. Looking down he remembered that he still wasn't wearing pants. At least not around his waist. He also noticed that he was quite erect. Not fully, but he was at about 6 or 7 inches.

"Man I was having the best dream. I was fucking this beautiful girl right up the ass. She had a cute little bubble butt. Not like your doughy ass. It was tight and firm. Her face even looked a bit like yours. I mean it was like a third the size of yours, with no double chin or puffy cheeks. And it wasn't covered in cum. At least not at first." John laughed as he watched how his insults were affecting her. Although she looked downtrodden, she was nodding along, as if she was agreeing with everything he said. She's always had trouble with self esteem, what girl hasn't? But for the first time the girl was seeing herself as an unfuckable, unlovable, monster.

"Come to think of it she was also a red head. And she had huge tits with puffy pink nipples. But they we're more manageable than yours. And perkier. Basically she was everything you could be if you weren't so damn fat. Everything you SHOULD be." John let that last sentence sit there as a tear rolled halfway down her cheek before congealing with the cum road block on her face.

"So why are you so fat? And don't give me that genetics bullshit."
".....Well.....I... I guess I eat a lot-" She wasn't sure where to start.
"Yeah no shit. I mean why don't you workout. Why do you eat so damn much in the first place."
"I try working out, but it's so hard. And it feels like I never make any progress, like I'm just going to be fat forever. I feel like I don't deserve to get better and then I just give up." She weeps. A steady stream of tears has built up and flowed over her cum glazed face. She closes her eyes and wipes away her tears, which are quickly replace by new tears as she feels a heavy fist slam into her nose.
"AAAHH-" She yelps before John's hand clamps over her mouth.

John Looks around but it seems that miraculously no one heard her. It was a very high pitched squeal so maybe the real miracle was that anyone other than a dog could hear it. John feels something warm trickle onto his hand and he turns back to see that his new ****-slut's nose is bleeding from the swift punch he had just delivered. He removed his hand and her sobbing was once again audible, much more audible as now she was fully weeping.

"I told you that stays there until I say otherwise, didn't I?"
"Ye-uh-ye- yes" She cried. With ever sob he body shook, jiggling her massive tits. Her face was a collage of cum, tears, and blood.
"Yo-you-you- uh, M-m-my-my nose is broken!" She finally managed.
"Oh it is not. There's barely even a few drops of blood. Look it's already stopped bleeding." John correctly pointed out, but she was crying more out of shock of what just happened, and the fear that it might happen again.

"Now where were we? Oh yeah, you're a pathetic fat lazy piece of shit," John says "But you still haven't answered why you eat so much. Why do you eat so much?" John's tone gave the (false) impression that he was legitimately trying to solve a problem.

"I...I just get sad sometimes" She snivels
"Why?" John pushes further.
"I don't know... People pick on me a lot," She begins to open up.
"Because you're fat?"
"Yea. And other things to." She can't help but confide in John despite what just happened.
"Like what other things? What did people pick on you for before you were fat?" John asked in a caring tone.
"Just...for like... I don't know being weird I guess." She sounds as if she has just come to some personal realization.
"So people make fun of you because you're different, and you start to eat because you get self-conscious, then people make fun of you for being fat which causes you to eat more and get even fatter." John explains.

"Oh my god. That's it! That's what all this is! I shouldn't care what some assholes think of me! I should just be me and find some other way besides eating to deal with all the criticism! I should stand up for myself! That's what You've been trying to show me this whole time!" She blurts out in one breath, wide eyed and relieved.