Your brain screamed at you to run. To move. To do literally anything other than stand there gawking.
But all you could do was stare at the goddess and the two hills of flesh that threatened to spill out of her shirt.
Sabrina’s body filled every curve of her clothes perfectly as if they’d been sculpted onto her. Each little grunt she made while struggling to wedge her suitcase into the overhead bin sent your imagination spinning places it absolutely didn’t need to go right now. You were supposed to be fighting for your life. Instead, your brain whispered, Would it be so bad if she did sit in you with those black leggings on…
You were just starting to shake off that ridiculous thought when another slightly larger figure hip-checked Sabrina aside.
She was… different. More mature looking. If Sabrina was sharp, deliberate beauty, this woman was warm, full, and effortlessly graceful. Her curves were softer but no less breathtaking, and she carried herself like someone who already knew how stunning she was. The only hint to her age was the faint streaks of silver laced through her dark hair. If Sabrina was a goddess, this woman was something older, something grander a Titaness.
A soft grunt from both impossibly gigantic woman and a few hard shoves nearly sent your imagination into the deep end unable to look away for even a moment, then the suitcase eventually slid into place and the bin clicked shut. You almost clapped for them before remembering that this was your execution stage.
“Great, you got it,” the flight attendant said with a practiced smile. “Please take your seats.”
Seats.
The word hit like a warning bell.
You stole one last glance at the attendant’s retreating figure, she was wider at the bottom than Serena and the woman next to her but not quite as robust as them. You snapped out of it just as the Titaness’s lower half filled your entire view.
She wore leggings that might as well have been painted onto her skin, moving with her rather than on her. The black fabric stretched and shifted as she turned toward the seat. You couldn’t help but blush.
“Wait, Madre, I had the window seat.”
The sound of Sabrina’s voice snapped through the air as her long legs blocked the aisle behind you. You’re only other option for escape
Madre?
This woman looked barely ten years older—hardly what your brain imagined when you imagined someone’s mother. Her presence was overwhelming. Each time she brushed against the seat, the entire cushion trembled like an aftershock. You stumbled backward, tripping over yourself.
There was nowhere to go.
Nowhere to hide.
You had one option.
The middle.
If you stayed in the center, maybe you could wave one of them. Maybe they’d notice you. Help you figure out what happened to you..maybe
Sabrina shifted as she checked her phone, shaking the seat beneath your feet. —the Titaness—was lowering herself slowly, carefully as her shadow was encompassing. You told yourself this was fine. You could handle this.
Then you realized her hips and thighs were far wider than you had accounted for.
Panic exploded in your chest. You dove sideways at the last possible second as she sat down, the air beneath her rushing out like a thunderclap. You barely made it from being swallowed by her left butt cheek. You took a moment just long enough to breathe a shaky, terrified victory—
—before another shadow fell over you.
You’d forgotten about Sabrina. How? How do you forget something that big, that present that sexy? Snap out of it dude. You told yourself
“Mom, you gotta move over a little!”Sabrina’s voice rumbled above.
“I can’t, honey. It’s just going to be a tight fit,” she replied calmly.
Her thigh extended well past the seat divide. You collided with it as you tried to escape her daughter looming above you, realizing your “brilliant” middle-seat strategy was a death trap that was just waiting to happen.
Desperation clawed at your chest. You scrambled up the curve of Isabella’s legging-clad thigh, praying she’d feel something, anything, before Sabrina came down. But you were an ant compared to this woman. You made it about halfway up her building size thigh when the Titaness shifted slightly, brow furrowing at something she felt.
Hope rushed through your minuscule body
And then Sabrina sat.
She wasn’t as slow or deliberate with her movements as her mother, she just plopped right down into your seat.
The impact slammed into you like a wave, pressing you between two forces that might as well have been tectonic plates. The air left your lungs in a single, helpless gasp. You were sandwiched between a goddess and a Titaness, their casual movements towering over you, completely unaware of the tiny soul caught in the middle.
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