So Jennifer and Chiffon were now officially ex-cheerleaders due to their shared conditions, which is something that their coach Mrs. Gill confirmed with them at practice that afternoon. Although they were no longer on the team officially, they could still attend practice as moral support. Plus, as East Hampton’s first bouncerbutts, they could finally enter the emerging booty sumo scene, which was an all bouncerbutt variation of sumo wrestling. The support team was able to arrive later that day to get the school renovated for what was probably going to be an inevitability at this point with one in five women testing positive for it in their lifetime.
“We’re paying for all of the renovations ourselves, naturally,” the team captain assured the principal, “We’re also planning to donate to the school just in case you may require some repairs or anything in the future. Our way of helping out, you know?”
“Right, right, thank you,” Principal Jacobins shook the man’s hand, “These are very unusual times we’re living in, and people like you are a godsend as far as I am concerned.”
Jennifer and Chiffon were measured and weighed by the team, still being ridden by Rachel and Samantha respectively. One member of the support team was a bouncer herself, which was its own unique delight. She regaled the two “newborns” with words of wisdom and what to expect from their new way of life.
“Your booty is your friend,” she explained to the girls, “Listen to it, for your booty knows what you need. Sometimes people will look down on you because you’re boingy and giggle for no apparent reason. They might even think of you as less than human when they hear you speak. You must not let it bring you down, because you are still just as strong and smart as you always were, and you can prove them wrong. Remember to never underestimate the power of a confident smile and to treat others as you would like to be treated. Think you can do that for me, ladies?”
“Yes ma’am!” the new bouncerbutts agreed.
“Also good on you two girls for discovering that we like to give people rides,” the support bouncer commended the two normal girls, “Extra endorphins make for a happy healthy hopper, as I always say. I give my husband piggy-back rides all the time!”
As the day wore down, Jennifer offered to give her assistant a lift home, to which Rachel decided to agree to. True to her theory, she bounded much faster than her sister in boinging Chiffon, and it was certainly a great feeling not only of her booty slamming onto the ground repeatedly, but of Rachel’s weight bobbing up and down with every bounce. It made her giggle in spite of herself, the feeling of being the most unusual steed the world has ever seen. Rachel admit that she rather enjoyed bouncing on her friend’s ass as a means of traveling. In a way, it made them closer as friends.
When Jennifer finally came home, she noticed that her front door was suddenly pear shaped to fit her new body. Her mother made a chunk of change selling her old clothes and shoes and was able to find some cute adhesive panties for her to wear from now on. Her father wasted no time moving her room downstairs with the help of the team, and installing her new eggcup bed was more than a breeze. She would be settling into her new life easier than she could have anticipated.