Jen's head bobbed back and forth on her whoopie cushion body as the bus slowed to a stop. From the corner of her eye, Jen noticed that Willow had boarded the bus. Willow was a goth girl. Fake-looking black hair hung in front of her overly dark eyelids. Jen could never tell if Willow was tired, or just fond of eyeshadow. The young woman was short and curvy. Jen would have described her as a "Fat Pig," and had, on many occasions. Willow usually sat in the back of the bus, with the rest of the art geeks. The little freak stopped for just a second at Jen's aisle. Before Jen could react, she saw an oversized ass headed straight for her head!
::PPPPFFFFOOOOOOOOOoootttthhh:: The sound of a long, flapping fart resounded throughout the bus. The students erupted into rancorous laughter and Jen's face turned several shaded darker than the rest of her pink, rubbery body.
"Sorry, Jen...didn't see you there," said Willow, with obvious sarcasm.
"Mmumpph...Fffddmmmm," Jen replied with muffled anger. Her face and neck were pinned to the seat, a thick thigh pressed against each of Jen's ears. "Get the hell off me, you goth dyke!!"
"Sorry, what was that, Jen? I can't hear you too well, but, please, don't stop...oh gods, I'm almost there..."
Jen's eyes went wide and she tensed up. "Oh, poop," Willow cooed, "you're no fun!" Willow shifted her weight and pulled Jen's limp, rubbery mass from under her plump rump.
Jen's flushed face, now hanging upside down, was a mask of pure rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing you FAT, fuc...!!!" Jen's tirade was cut short when Willow rolled her up like a latex sheet. Her shouts were muffled by her bubble-gum colored folds. Willow placed Jen on the seat beside her, and there she sat, wiggling, until the bus arrived at school.