You’re heading out on a solo vacation, hoping for an easy flight. As usual, you claimed the window seat. Both seats next to you are booked, so you’re crossing your fingers that neither of them winds up with a crying child in it.

Person after person passes you by to take their spot. You cross your fingers that whoever booked the one next to you bails so you have more room to spread your legs.

All of a sudden, you see her waddling towards you, huffing and puffing, sweating profusely. Her hips nearly smack people in the face on both sides of the aisle, and her low-hanging belly dangles out the bottom of her shirt. She’s your age, with nice facial features, but certainly one of the fattest people you’ve ever seen. She smiles and waves at you, and you instantly know what’s about to happen.

Hi there! I’m Piper.

She groans as she shoves her carry-on bag into the storage space above her seat, inadvertently giving you a full look at her massive belly as she reaches upwards. Then, wheezing, she collapses into both of the seats next to you. Her face is red from embarrassment and overexertion.

Sorry if I’m, uh, touching you a little… there’s not much room.

She laughs nervously.