Wendy goes home

You talk with the clerk and wind up doing some quick signings, having to smile and chuckle through most of it since Wendy won't stop giggling and prancing merrily in the background of it all, creating a small ruckus as a result.

You sign her out and take her outside, reaching the car and pausing where you are.
"What's wrong, master?" she asks ditzily.
"I just realized. I can't exactly take you home in the car, big as you are."
It dawned on Wendy and she pouted, fretting enough for her to start wobbling in her belly and huge tits. "Oh no! I'm too fat, aren't I, master? I'm so sorry!"

You lean in and stroke at her thick thigh assuringly, which seems to get her to give a whalesong of a coo and calm down quickly enough.
"Not like that, babe. Just too tall for the car. We can walk home. It's ok."
She relaxes and nods at this. "Ok! We can do it that way!" She's most pleased with the idea, and scoops you up in one arm, holding you about as easily and proportionally as a baby. This leaves you pressed right into her huge pillowy bosom, a huge heaving wall of softness that's amazingly warm, comfortable, and arousing. What's more, she uses her other free hand to grab the car by one end, lifting it up and walking off down the block carrying it.

Not as much brains as you might hope for her size, you're realizing, but she's sweet and sensetive, if not insecure, and clearly loyal as can be. That and huge, sexy, tough as a bulldozer, and with curves you could park a truck in.

Oh, she was going to be interesting to live with...