“Jeeze, double wide doors, and I have to spread my booty to use the bathroom otherwise I’ll hold it in forever,” Jennifer sighed as she read over the paper, “Oh well, that’s just how it goes when your butt goes boingy I guess. At least I can get out of gym class now.”
“That’s nice,” Rachel nodded, “So... don’t you get even a little nauseous bouncing around everywhere like that?”
“Not even a little,” Jenny smiled, “Must be another quirk of being a bouncerbutt. I’m not even sure I can get sick anymore.”
“I don’t have much experience with this kind of thing,” Rachel said, “but I think I read somewhere that you could still catch the flu and stuff like that. You’re not immune to sickness, Jenny. Plus, I heard that being sick makes your b-fat go all limp and not as bouyant. So like... stay healthy and all that.”
“Alright, good to know,” Jennifer nodded, “I already cut a lot of stuff out of my diet to join cheer anyway so I guess I can just stick to my salads and grilled salmon.”
“Well according to the notes the nurse gave us,” Rachel explained, “You should probably add more complex sugars and stuff back into your diet. So like, more fruit and candy and anything else with a high sucrose content. Uh, in moderation of course, she does stress that.”
“Well I’ll get some more apples at lunch then,” Jen shrugged, “No big deal.”
The girls were the center of attention when they came into the cafeteria. Students were staring and whispering as Jenny hopped past, but she didn’t pay them much mind. She got it, she was the first girl in school to get a bouncerbutt behind, but even so all of the hushed whispers were kind of rude. When she got her food, Rachel was amazed at how well she was able to keep her tray steady as she bounced, almost as though it was second nature to the bouncing bombshell. They sat at their usual table with the cheerleaders, with Jenny having to sit at one of the ends since her butt was now too big to use a chair.
“Man alive, Jennifer!” Amanda, the girl with brown pigtails said, “You sure you’re alright?”
“Better than,” Jenny nodded, “Just can’t use the stairs much anymore.”
“Guess they’ll have to install elevators here like at Westminster,” sighed Samantha, the uncharacteristically goth cheerleader, “That’ll be nice.”
“You have to take pills so that you stop talking like a baby, right?” Chiffon, the girl with pink streaks in her hair asked, “I have an older sister who blew up and has to take them just so that her coworkers can take her seriously. Do you have to take them to write normal too?”
“Nah, I don’t write in bouncerbabble,” Jennifer explained, “It’s completely a verbal thing.”
“So like, are you still going to be on the team or what?” Destiny, the black girl with afro puffs asked, “You can still hang with us regardless, but like...”
“We’re gonna talk to coach about it,” Rachel explained.
“That’s cool,” Chiffon smiled, “maybe you could become the new assistant coach or something. Hee hee!” She suddenly clamped her hands around her mouth. The other girls stared.
“Chiffon?” Jenny asked, “Y-you okay, girl?”
“I... t-totally-heehee! Why wouldn’t I ha ha be?” Chiffon giggled through her fingers. She started bouncing in her seat as it looked like her hips were slowly swelling. “Uhh... heh... is now a bad tee hee time to tell you all that I tested ha ha positive last week?”