Airport Chub: Chapter 2

I boarded the plane before the objects of my desire. I hoped they would be seated in the two empty seats next to me. Scenes flashed through my mind’s eye of the hefty couple filling up their seats on either side of me, their warm love handles spilling over the arm rests and softly caressing arms. I would make flirtatious small talk that would end in handjobs underneath a blanket. Their warm cocks would be surrounded by plush fat pads and luscious thighs that my hungry hands would aggressively explore. The thought alone was making me hard.

When I finally saw them board the plane from a distance my heart jumped. This was the moment of truth. I prayed they would at least be seated within my line of sight. The wobbled through slowly in a never ending line of passengers. Their stomachs were distended from the burritos I watched them inhale with vigor ten minutes ago. The young one had remnants of the burrito, salsa and rice, stuck to the crest of his belly. He looked fat and sloppy next to his groomed counterpart. My prayers were answered when they sat across the aisle and one row up.

The older one sat down first, struggling to squeeze his beach ball of a gut sideways between the seats. I could tell that he had to suck in ever so slightly to make himself fit. He sat down slowly, as though it were an effort to aim his rump into the correct seat, letting loose a sigh of relief. Meanwhile, the younger one struggled to hoist his bag into the overhead compartment. It was clearly heavy and the gesture caused his hoodie to ride up close to his belly button. My eyes feasted on the scene in front of me.

The pup’s belly was dusted with a brown happy trail that wrapped around the front of his belly. The fat of his burgeoning paunch looked soft and supple, and from this closer vantage point I could see pale white lines trailing up the skin of his love handles. These confirmed my suspicions that this was a former twink who had grown plump due to his daddy’s gluttonous lifestyle.

After he had the bag situated he clumsily scooted next to his partner and plopped down with a hough, his belly still fully exposed beneath the hem of his tattered hoodie. The older one kissed him on the cheek and tugged down his sweatshirt in one graceful movement. After they got fully situated they each pulled giant chocolate bars out of their bags, the older one handing his partner a bottle of strawberry milk.

Seeing this gesture I wondered if he was fattening up his pup intentionally. Once again my imagination raced with fantasies of force feedings and gainer shakes. I conjured before and after images of the younger guy once skinny and ripped with a six pack, to his current plump self, to the full-on obesity he would sink into in the coming years. As the plane continued to fill up I had to vanquish these thoughts from my mind lest I were to spring a raging hard on. Nonetheless I still watched every movement of the chubby couple.

Shortly before lift off the cub finished his strawberry milk and let out a rather loud and inappropriate belch. My cock twitched as he clutched his belly in surprise. His daddy leaned over to whisper something in his ear and gestured my direction. I quickly looked straight forward and tried to play it casual as the cub looked directly at me. Had I been found out?

For the rest of the flight I tried to play it cool and only glance over occasionally. I wondered how aware they were of my lustful gaze and, if they were aware, whether it excited or annoyed them. I would soon find out.

When the pup stood up and shuffled into the aisle I could barely breathe. As he walked past my aisle seat the side of his distended stomach brushed against my arm. The sensation of his warm soft belly was almost more than I could handle. I even caught a whiff of his ripened musk. He was making his way to the bathroom in the back of the plane, which was odd since we were sitting closer to the front. Could it be that he only went that direction so he could pass me?

No overtures were made upon his return. Desperate for more interaction I decided to go to the bathroom myself. I went to the front bathroom so that on the way back I could see the couple face to face. As I returned I felt both their eyes surveying my every inch. When I finally looked over the older one was eyeing my thighs which were vacuum packed into a pair of skinny jeans I was on the verge of outgrowing. When my gaze turned to the younger one our eyes locked. My heart was pounding out of my chest as he gave me a wry smile. I sat down eager for more.

By the time we landed I had prepared an overture. They lined up in the aisle before me but I was close behind, mentally preparing to make contact when we were on solid ground. Strangely, when I exited the plane, they were nowhere to be seen.