The next morning, the girls got ready for their first weekend as a couple. Rachel helped give Jennifer a shower and cleaned out the excess gunk between her cheeks. One of the annoyances of bouncerbutt-dom was not being able to reach between your booty by yourself, or at least not all the way, so butt crack maintenance was up to their rider. Rachel found that she didn’t mind this part of the job, and Jennifer certainly appreciated her efforts.
After drying off, the girls got dressed and did each other’s hair. Jennifer had on a pink halter top that fit over her new breasts like a bra, a white pair of adhesive panties with a bow and pink hearts, and a special denim bouncerbutt apron skirt. (“I had no idea they made these! They so cute!”) Rachel also had a halter top in black and wore only a red thong over her crotch to maximize her concave cheeks’ connection to her loving steed. All dressed and ready to go, Rachel mounted onto her newfound favorite seat and led Jennifer to the kitchen where the family was preparing a special “Welcome to The Family” breakfast.
At the table was Jennifer’s parents, her younger freshman sister Candice, and her middle school brown Roy. Neither of the parents had much of an issue with their oldest daughter becoming bouncy, or with Rachel’s choice of attire (well, maybe Dad had an issue with that, but it was whatever). Candice still couldn’t believe that her own sister, the top bitch she looked up to, had become a giggling, bouncing, monster booty bombshell. She didn’t mind having Rachel around as basically a sister in law, but it was still going to be a lot for her to get used to. Roy, being an immature middle schooler, thought that his sister looked hilarious with a butt that big and wanted to ask heaps of inappropriate questions like “Do you make gigantic farts?” and “What happens when you jump on a pin?” (The answers of course were “No, I can’t fart anymore.” and “Nothing. It just hurts, like with anybody’s butt.”)
After an all around pleasant breakfast of pancakes and fruit salad, the girls finally went out on the town, bounding happily down the street, both girls giggling as their powerful endorphins overflowed their bodies. Rachel found that not only could she use her unusual new heels for the obvious fun times with Jennifer, they also made for pretty effective spurs. The girls decided to stop by the mall to meet up with Chiffon and Samantha first to figure out what to do from there. They found the other pair hanging out in the food court.
“Chiffon! Hey sister!” Jennifer cheered as she gave her younger a booty bump.
“Hey yourself, Jenny!” Chiffon returned the greeting, “You looking bright eyed and rosy cheeked today! Hoo hoo!”
“Aww, you too!” Jennifer blushed.
“You girls got any ideas for what to do first,” Samantha asked, “I’m down for anything, really. I was looking at saddle bags for Chiffy here earlier and I think I saw a few you guys might be interested in.”
“Hang on, saddle bags?” Rachel questioned.
“The more girls and transgenders bloat up, the more products come out to accommodate them,” Samantha shrugged, “Naturally, I only buy from independent tailors and not from big fashion. I may be in with the cheer team but fuck if I’m ever gonna quit goth.” Her attire and makeup certainly rang true of her subculture, clad in a leather corset with added boob cups and a black pair of assless chaps. She even had a blood red pentagram necklace just to cement her look. Chiffon was dressed much more preppy in comparison, true to the pink streaks in her hair. Since she still had her feet, she could still wear her white knee socks and pink converse. This was the only advantage Chiffon had over the legless Jennifer, and darn it if she wasn’t going to live it up!
“Gosh,” Jennifer chuckled, “This my first time being boingy here! I usually know where to start, but now I at a loss. Ray-ray? You got any good ideas?”