It didn’t take long for Chiffon to be brought to the point of orgasm. She came so much out of her mouth so hard that she ended up coating the walls, and her pussy ejected Samantha from her pouch and left her flopping on the ground. Jennifer and Rachel meanwhile continued their eating out session until they both came once again. Jennifer’s arm tentacles went limp and she dropped her rider, both of them panting hard from the afterglow. The four girls had finally had enough and were ready to wind down and go to sleep.
Before they cleaned up their juices from their bodies, they decided to pick and choose which of their curse mutations to keep into the outside world. It was decided that the bouncerbutts’ faces would be returned to normal, but Jennifer would keep her arm tentacles, and Chiffon lost her semen breasts but kept her pussy pouch. Rachel kept her four breast arms and resolved to pick up a few pairs of opera gloves to deal with the sensitivity thing. Samantha ultimately kept her horsecock legs, but ditched the second row of breasts. She was also given the ability to support herself on her cock legs and the stipulation was made that people would notice but decide it rude to address them.
With that bit of housekeeping dealt with, the riders gave their bouncy lovers a much needed bath and groomed their hair, which they gigglingly whinnied as they did. The bouncerbutts decided that they wanted to keep the horse noise laughter thing, and made it true for all bouncerbutts. No one but them would realize anything different.
As the girls got ready for bed, Rachel decided to read up on the bouncerbutt pill and its ingredients. It’s purpose was meant to be calming for bouncerbutt brains and make them slightly less air-headed. She saw reports of regular people trying them and becoming too depressed to move and experiencing suicidal thoughts for the duration of the effect. She was glad she had Samantha save her, otherwise she worried that she might have acted upon those thoughts. She was fine now, but if she didn’t act fast... hold on, what’s this article?
She clicked on another article about bouncerbutt maladies and sicknesses. Since they were still human, they could still get colds and stuff, and it made their butts go limp and saggy. She already knew that. She also read that walking, or even so much as standing on their feet, gives them a pounding headache, and makes their legs feel like they’re burning. Plus, their booties start violently shaking and twerking in an attempt to get them back off their feet and stop hurting themselves. They stop speaking bouncerbabble and they’re less air-headed, but they are considerably worse off if they walk, but in some countries and even some US territories walking is the only way they can be taken seriously.
The worst disease she discovered was something called “Bounce Maddness”, a psychological disease that only affects a small number of transformed women during their initial rebirth high. The current pattern is that the madness happens to girls with a history of mental illnesses like depression or anxiety disorder or other things. Bounce Madness causes the newborn bouncerbutt to bounce so hard that they eventually either starve or dehydrate to death. Some early symptoms to look for are uncontrollable insane laughter with no ability to form words, and an angry red posterior that burns to the touch. To stop the madness before they uncontrollably kill themselves, you must get them the pill or, failing that, force them to stop bouncing. This is the main reason why support teams have at least one bouncerbutt in the ranks.
She decided to stop reading there before she gave herself nightmares. She decided to just go to bed with her friends and then see about another day on the town tomorrow.