chapter 6 - the flight

Air travel had never been something that Eva had to question before, but now it was blindingly obvious the seat she had been crammed into was not intended for BMIs double over what they should be. She and Clint shared an aisle consisting of two seats towards the center of the aircraft. Eva’s doughy ass was jammed into the tiny seat, and the arm rests had to be raised to accommodate her wobbly love handles, which now spilled across onto Clint. The mound of fat that was now her belly sat atop her thunderous thighs and filled much of the free space between the seat in front of her. Eva was more than a bit uncomfortable and anxious, with beads of sweat tracking down.


Clint could feel his wife’s blubber oozing over onto him. Her sweat made her stick to him even as every little motion caused the skin to ripple. A slender flight attendant walked up the center aisle and Clint oversaw the look of disgust on her face as she glanced over the newlyweds causing a warm slathering of embarrassment. Things only became more awkward as the flight departed on its over 10-hour journey across the ocean. Eva’s stomach had begun to groan soon after takeoff.


“Babe, is something wrong, do you need to get up and use the bathroom or something?” Clint Asked.


“Umm, no, I think I’m just a little nervous and it’s making me a bit hungry...” She said, not wanting to look at him knowing she had snuck two candy bars before even getting on the plane.


Eva’s protesting stomach continued to increase in volume, drawing the attention of more than a few of their fellow passengers, some snickering to themselves and others trying to ignore her. As the first service cart came by Eva helped herself to two Dr. Peppers, a bag of chips, and a bag of skittles. Clint shook his head, what was happening to his wife, her willpower was eroding. Before Clint could even finish his water, she had devoured the chips and skittles and was working on her soda. As she began to guzzle the second can Clint remarked “Hun, don’t you think you’re overdoing it just a tad?”


She set the now empty can down her face red with embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’ve been so bad today.” She looked up and into his eyes, genuinely apologetic.


“It’s fine, it’s a hectic day…” he said as he thought about reminding her about her diet plan, but stopped knowing it wasn’t an ideal time or place to bring it up.


The flight continued on, within an hour Eva’s greedy tummy was complaining yet again. The flight attendants were now gathering orders for the in-flight meals. Eva decided to go with the bacon macaroni and cheese with a brownie for dessert. Wanting to avoid further embarrassment from the noises being created from Eva’s belly, Clint quietly asked for the attendant to bring her extra. Eva was looking at the resort’s website on her phone when dinner was brought through the cabin and placed in front of her. The let down tray digging into the end of her protruding double belly.


“So, it looks like the resort has quite the spa, and the beach looks beautiful there” Eva said as she scrolled through her phone through bites of the cheesy pasta.


“Yeah, it should be a nice getaway, to relax, refresh, and get a new start on things.”


“I think I can make a new woman of myself there, you’ll see babe” Eva told him.


It wasn’t long after that the large tray of pasta was now gone and digesting.
“God it’s nice to finally feel a little full.” Eva Thought to herself.


She rested her head on Clint's shoulder, and placed her hand on top of his thigh. He returned the show of affection by placing his arm around her resting his hand on a plump arm. His attention was drawn downwards toward the large jiggling breasts resting atop a mountain of flab. Eva had never really had much of a chest so Clint hadn’t focused on it much, but there was something about these large sacks of adipose that swayed with each small motion of the plane that had captured his attention. The round curvature, the full voluptuousness of form. As he continued to stare Eva let out a quiet little gasp and then he could almost hear her smile. Without noticing he had grown a bit stiff in his pants.


“It’s been a little while for both of us hasn’t it?” Eva whispered to him. She began to run her hand over the top of Clint's pants slowly and stealthily, beginning to stroke him. As Clint found himself becoming more enamored with the situation, he began to pull his wife’s arm towards himself to bring her in for a kiss. Unknowingly her arm pressed into her midsection and then suddenly: BBBBUUUERRRRRPPPP.


The blech was heard throughout the cabin as Clint quickly pulled away, beat red with embarrassment. A few heads turned their way and a few chuckles and cruel jokes were overheard. Eva had never been more humiliated, and made her just want to curl up with a carton of ice cream on the couch. Clint couldn’t help but notice Eva’s distress, and while he was almost equally embarrassed to be seen with his wife in such a state, this was still the woman he loved.


“I’m such a fat pig now.” She sobbed


“I still love you babe.” Clint said, trying to cheer her up a bit in spite of everything. “We’re going to have a good honeymoon; I’ll make sure of it!”