The hum of the Votakwot's engines filled the cabin, a constant white noise that settled over the passengers like a blanket. You made your way down the aisle, your ticket clutched in your hand. Passing row after row of the seats, each upholstered in navy blue. You looked at your ticket, seat 17B. Making your way down, you found your seat. Right next to the aisle. Sitting in the window seat, directly next to yours, was a rather massive woman. She was occupying more than her own seat, her body spilling over the armrest, and into yours. Sitting down, you found her turning towards you, her blue eyes filled with a mixture of embarrassment and apology. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a bun, and a few tendrils escaped and softened her professional appearance. Her makeup was flawless and was attempting to give her a respectable and polished look, but there was no hiding the deep blush that tinted her cheeks as she shifted uncomfortably. Her belly, hips, and arm pressed into you. "I'm so sorry" She began, clearly embarrassed, her voice small and somewhat meek "I...forgot how small seats on planes can be..." Her body was encased in a dark, professional outfit that did little to hide her size. A tailored dark blue blazer stretched across her soft shoulders, the fabric straining slightly around her overly well-padded midsection. Beneath she wore a blouse of a cream color, the buttons straining across her ample chest, giving glimpses of the pale skin beneath. Her skirt was a matching dark blue, it stretched across her wide hips and thick thighs, the fabric ending in dark stockings that led down to short black heels. She was sitting as close to the window as she could manage, but there was no denying the reality of the situation. She turned to you, smiling sheepishly, her round face filled with anxiety “I, um, I can ask the flight attendant if there’s another seat available,” she offered quickly, her words rushing out in a flurry of nerves. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable. Really, I’m so sorry about this.”