On a lark, Sissy decided to go in. What she saw stunned her. The trailer was damp, moldy, and water damaged. The furniture was lumpy and had cigarette burns. There was a massive Confederate flag on the wall. It was a perfect white trash wallow for her breed sow of a sister. But she also felt oddly . . . at home. At peace. Diane said "Sissy, you want something to eat." Sissy had planned to say "No thanks Diane, I really need to get home", but surprised herself by saying "Thanks, Diane. I could really go for fried taters!" She stopped, shocked by what she said. Then she looked up and was even more shocked by what she saw in the mirror. She was huge! She had to weigh 220, at least. Her melon-sized breasts sat atop a perfectly round belly. She was barefoot, wearing only a tube top and a pair of Daisy Dukes that looked wrapped around her ham hock thighs. She saw the top had some letters printed on it, but she couldn't make them out. She asked Diane "Diane, what does my shirt say?" Diane studied hard, and made out "Buh-Buh-bay-bee . . .BABY Fuh-fuh-fac-tor-ee FACTORY. BABY FACTORY! Oh Sissy, I'm so happy! We's going to be having babies together all of our days! I'll have Jimmy Joe Bob's, and you can have . . ." Diane thought for a while, and finally said "You can have Bubba Ray's down the car fixin' place! He's a big hog of a man! He'll give you plenty a' babies!" This made Sissy happy. Now she would finally have a man to serve who would always put babies in her big belly. She couldn't wait to meet him!