Jamie's Day, and the Greenpeace Girl

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This is the conversation between Vincent and Jamie that follows the previous story part.

Okay, so after you left the house...

Uh huh.

I woke up. I stood up, stretched my entire body, and powdered my nose. I decided to go out because I was bored.

Okay, go on.

I decided to wear my favorite shirt and my pants, but by the time I wore my pants with the help of the insect buddies cleaning the house, I felt like the pants were a bit too tight. I then checked the size of my pants, and saw that it was a five foot five.

Five foot five?!

We breeders measure pants by the height of the highest point of our insect-queen abdomens. By the way, when I measured it after, I realized I was now 5'9.

So, in your terms, you've gotten (gulp) "fatter".

(Nods head) I had to deal with it anyway. It was the only pair I had left. All the rest were WAY too tight for me.

Continue.

So I went out; it was a beautiful day. I decided to head to the local park just a few block from the Palace going towards the Eastern Spoke of the Central island. It was empty, save for a few drider couples just walking by and feeding the pigeons as they went along. At around thirty minutes to noon, I decided to go to the market to restock the fridge.

Wait! Didn't we just go to the grocery to stock the cupboards and the freezer?

We forgot the rest of it: the refrigerator.

Right. Forgot to stock it with fruits and vegetables, though. Go on! ;)

Okay, so while I was shopping for some food, I found a Natura lady just shouting in the distance. For some reason she looked like a younger Isabella: V shaped face, very pretty features, fair skin, silver hair with a few lime colored areas, gently pointed nose, lime eyes that really open wide, very slender waist and lower body --- very slender thorax-abdomen right below the navel, six long slender legs, and her insect-queen like "termite?" abdomen: nine Earth yards of pure sunbleached insectoid sexiness, up to a height of 5'9". Finally, tree nymph butterfly wings. She was wearing a matching green shirt and cap, and shouted something from the distance. I didn't really hear it, so I just went along.

Noon rolled around, so I decided to eat lunch at one of the food stalls there. Well the food was good for a while though, because at 1 pm, I felt  something disagreeing with my stomachs. I had a bag of produce with me that time, and I tried to take a few steps going back to the house.

But of course time took its toll, I felt the ache transfer to my lower abdomen, and nature began to call drastically. From small steps I picked up the pace and ran as fast as I could.

Why run? Your pants!

I had to run to avoid sh1tting my pants! Unfortunately, I was just approaching the Greenpeace girl when I heard a large rip. I looked back, and knew it was over. My face turned red as the entire backside of my pants ripped in half, and I began to cry.

Aww. Give me a hug. (Leans in and kisses her forehead)

Despite the ripped pants, I was able to not embarrass myself, but I was in a total slump after my pants got ripped.
At that point, the Greenpeace girl approached me, and said, "You seem desperate. Need a lift?" I furiously nodded my head and said, "The nearest bathroom to the condominium!" At once, she wrapped her legs around my thorax and lifted me up while she flew me all the way towards the condominium. When we landed, I gave her a tip as thanks, but she said no. All she wanted was for me to support her cause.

And support you did?

Mhmm!

That's great! Greenpeace is an org which promotes environment safety and ethical treatment of plants and animals. It's good they have some stops on this planet aside from Earth.

Well we do see them rarely though. Anyway, that's how I got to know her. I just signed the pledge, bade her good-bye, and finally made my way up to relieve myself and here I am.

Well, that's great! (yawn) We should get some shut eye now.

(yawn) I guess we should.

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It was 1.45 PM when the human and his Entomonian breeder GF finally has their afternoon nap.

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