The next morning, after Rachel gave her girlfriend’s butt another shower, Jennifer was being loaded up into a special trailer on the back of Mr. Smith’s car. Since her heinie was too fat to fit inside, she had to be strapped into a special “booty hauler” with its own cabin and air conditioning.
“Which stinks because I could’ve been to the doctor’s and back in the time it took to load my ass in here,” Jennifer complained to Rachel, who was starting to become a permanent fixture atop her heinie.
“That’s true,” Rachel nodded, “but chances are good you’re going to be riding in one of these when we go on vacation. It’s like a horse trailer!”
Jennifer sighed, “That might’ve worked better on Chiffon, but I am a human being. I just happen to have a boingy butt and sound like a horse sometimes.”
“And you have tentacle arms,” Rachel added.
“Well that’s not a booty thing,” Jennifer reasoned, “That’s a tra... a town curse thing.”
“Good catch, babe,” Rachel stroked her hair with one of her four boob arms.
“Thanks,” Jennifer smiled, “I almost put us into a weird situation there, huh? Well, weirder than last night, anyway. Mom had to ask us to quiet down about five times.”
“I know,” Rachel laughed, “I’m surprised she didn’t scold us!”
They reached the hospital smoothly enough, and they were finally able to go into the waiting room. Aside from the pear shaped door and the floor cushions, it was a fairly average waiting room complete with the month old magazines, a water cooler, and that one bead maze toy that just kind of spawns in waiting rooms (Jennifer really liked playing with it, bouncerbutts being so childlike and all). Besides Jenny, Rachel, and Jenny’s Dad there weren’t too many people in the room. They did see what looked like a pregnant bouncerbutt with her husband, one of Jenny’s normal classmates, and... hang on is that Kyle Perkins over there? That’s his mop of ginger curls covering his eyes alright! What’s he doing here? And why does he appear to be pacing anxiously?