“Well shoot.” Sharon said as she watched Brooke’s car drive away. “Any idea what to do now?” She turned back towards her sister, who was now talking into her phone.
“Alright, that works. Thanks.” Helena said before ending the call.
“Who was that?” Sharon asked.
“I asked the Doc’ to come pick us up. I figure since the FERT building is close enough to the school that it wouldn’t be too inconvenient.”
“Yeah, that makes sense.” Sharon said, slightly confused. She assumed based on the name and the fact that there was at least one doctor there that FERT had something to do with fertility. Maybe they were the ones responsible for managing all of the girls with massive pregnancies and breasts?
Sharon ruminated on this thought for a moment before a large black van pulled up in front of them. Once the van had parked, the side door in front of them automatically slid open, and what appeared to be a handicap ramp descended to the ground. Sharon could see that one of the seats in the back of the van was pushed back much farther than the others, probably to accommodate her massive middle. She could also see the driver of the van…
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