Just Desserts

Just Desserts Part 1: Meet the Trio

In a high school on the south side of Dakota there existed a clique consisting of three girls, all of them blonde, all of them air-headed, and all of them containing the bowels of a hippo.

There was Rochelle, tall, slim, and moderately gifted, particularly in her plump rear, which, in contrast to her slender hips, gave her lower torso the proportions of a doe. When bent over, her enormous, cantaloupe sized cheeks jutted out a good 6 inches from her narrow midsection. She was the kindest of the group, always treating her peers with courtesy and a compassionate demeanor. She was also the most promiscuous, having slept with countless guys, most of whom would thrust into her smooth canyon-like ass, while Rochelle would softly purr like a kitten. The blonde was notorious for dishing out her "white chocolate" to almost anyone, specifically those she felt sorry for. Sadly for Rochelle, however, great buns came at a great price. With it's elephantine scale, Rochelle's anus expelled wind three times the average amount for girls her age. These outbursts were usually sharp and accentuated, little more than a brief, crass POOT-TOOT! On occasion, though, Rochelle's bowels would overload and she vehemently emitted rumbling, turbulent rippers with the subtlty of a chainsaw. Of course, she would apologize innocently afterwards, and few who had her in the sac begrudged her for long, although most girls her age, jealous of her big behind, would exploit this fault to discount her beauty.

Next in the group was Mackenzie, a stouter, shorter girl than her confidantes with darker, dirty blonde hair and a rounder face. However, her proportions were where she compensated. In fact, some would say she over compensated. Her bosom consisted of a pair of silicone weather balloons, with a similarly sized pair of globes dangling from her backside, what she called a buttocks. Neither were real of course; Mackenzie upgraded her size regularly. In fact, it seemed every other week she was off getting a treatment of some kind, be it a face lift, cellulite removal, lip injection, etc; the only part of her that remained genuine was her straw colored hair. These enhancements had made her very popular among the boys at her school and earned her the nickname "Massive Mackenzie". However, like Rochelle, these gifts came at a cost. The large plastic bubbles that bloated her breasts and butt-cheeks to such an enormous scale were a bit uncomfortable, causing tension in Mackenzie's stomach to which the only solution was to relax her muscles and subsequently release any gas built up behind her tightly sealed gate, usually very loudly and very conspicuously. Only occasionally did this happen in public, but unfortunately it occurred most often while she was making out; she went through boyfriends like toilet paper. As an unfortunate bonus, the rubber in her boobs would squeak like balloons if she was sweaty or walked too quickly, which sounded an awful lot like flatulence. These boob farts, in addition to her actual butt-burps, earned her another, less flattering nickname: Methane Mackenzie.

And last but not least there was Jennifer, a bubbly cheerleader of average height and weight and a butt not quite as large as Rochelle's or Mackenzie's, but natural tits that gave Mackenzie's implants a run for their money. Unlike her friends, Jennifer did not care about whether people thought she was nice or desirable or what have you; she never really cared about anything. The only thing on Jennifer's mind was having as much fun as possible as quickly as possible, and it showed; Jennifer was what some would call a "wild child"; she bounced excitedly wherever she went (which made the supple flesh of her breasts ripple and sway), she made out with her sporty boyfriends under the bleachers for the duration of entire class periods, and wherever there was music or dancing, she twerked her ass off. Jennifer was renowned for shaking her booty even when it was entirely inappropriate; she had taken everyone by surprise when, during a school pep-rally, she stood up from her seat, bent her knees, spread them wide apart, and bopped her hips counter clockwise to the motivational music. This skill was what made her such a good cheerleader, and, unwittingly, why she was always being asked for a dance at school formals. It had become something of a rite-of-passage for boys to get a lap dance from Jennifer, and she was always more than happy to oblige, gyrating her bulging butt flesh against their grinding pelvises to the beat of the throbbing bass line that seemed to be in every song. She even performed this service for any girls interested, which raised a few eyebrows, although there were allegations of lesbianism aimed at all the members of her clique anyhow. With her playful personality, quivering mammaries and twerking tendencies, she was aptly nicknamed Jiggly Jennifer (sometimes a "jugs" was thrown in there for good measure). Like her friends, however, Jennifer's voluptuous figure came with, you guessed it, flatulent side effects. What with all the violent booty bopping and knocker jolting, Jennifer's stomach was pretty shook up at times. Consequently, Jennifer's wobbly butt would become a full on wind instrument, although few could hear the sound over the pounding techno-booms that just barely beat out her farts as the loudest, most ear-splitting rhythm in the auditorium. When she wasn't at a dance, though, nothing could muffle her booty bombs, certainly not her skimpy cheerleader panties and skirt, which fluttered a la Marilyn Monroe when she let loose.