Puala rubbed her thighs together in glee as she watched the giant black man put his arm around his plump slutty white girlfriend. They seemed much nicer now.
She turned her attention on the driver. It was an older woman who was greatly overweight. Paula pondered what the camera would do to her. At the next stop Paula moves forward on the bus, taking a seat behind the driver. The bus pulled back into traffic and Paula readied the camera.
Diana was annoyed. She hated traffic and she hated her job and she wanted a drink. How had her life come to this?
She had been pretty once. Tall and blonde with a figure that didnt quit. She had been a club girl all through the 80s. But four pregnancies, five husbands, and the ravages of alcohol and life had left her old and decrepit, too broke to retire, no support from her ungrateful kids.
She caught a camera flash out of the corner of her eyes. She was going to turn around and yell at her passengers (her favorite part of any day) but her mind grew foggy.
She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, feeling smaller. It was getting harder to think with words, and instead her mind filled with images and thoughts of scents and sounds. Her mind stopped comprehending the world in language as she regressed to a more undeveloped state. She yawned widely and felt her whiskers flutter. It was nap time. She curled up into a ball tucking her head neatly against her tail. She dug her claws into the bus seat.
Paula realized shed made a huge mistake. The driver was gone, replaced by a fat tabby cat. The bus rolled forward, carried by its momentum. Paula panicked when she saw the bus approaching a line of cars stopped at a traffic light. She braced for impact as the bus slammed into the vehicles, sending its occupants tumbling.
The camera was torn from her hands and bounced down the bus isle, its flash shooting off rapid fire.
Paula took stock of the people sprawled throughout the bus. Fortunately nobody looked too injured. Paula scanned for the camera.