No Seat Big Enough (Patreon)

You thought it would be another boring flight to the west coast, but things turned out waaay more interesting when HE took a seat next to you. "Sir? Do you need any assistance sitting down?", the stewardess asked him. "I'm not that big … yet," he joked. The massive bodybuilder pushed his sheer endless mass into the row of seats, almost ripping out the ones in front of him. "These machines get smaller and smaller every time," he said to himself, huffing from the workout of sitting himself down.  I was watching him the whole flight, and I couldn't shake of the feeling that he was swelling even bigger sitting there; his arms inching forward into the corridor, his knees pressing stronger into the seat in front of him, his pecs sagging down into the tightness of his shirt.