Disclaimer: I did not kill Kenny… you bastard. Also, I don't own South Park. I love this show though.
The orange-coated adolescent boy sat in his girlfriend's room on her bed with the pink sheets. She was studying him. Wendy Testaburger's interest in him began when she was writing a diary in the fifth grade, and Kenny McCormick was murdered right in front of her by fire-breathing lizard samurais with massive, throbbing erections. She was distraught by the sight of it, so she of course wrote about it in her journal. Because of that, she may have forgotten, but she knew all too well that she wouldn't just make things up in her little pink copybook, so she confronted Kenny about it, and he didn't even try to deny it.
After that, she began hanging out with Kenny a lot more than she would have otherwise. She chronicled every time she'd witnessed his demise in her diary. It happened a lot more than she would have expected since that day.
Wendy's boyfriend at the time, Stan, accused her of cheating on him with Kenny, and when her only defense was that "No, he keeps on dying and coming back to life so I'm studying him," that admittedly sounds stupid even to her when she actually says it out loud.
However, when they turned twelve, Kenny got another unique ability, one that Stan couldn't deny being real. Cartman was insulting Wendy in front of Kenny and Kenny became so frustrated with the fat cunt that he somehow made Cartman's locker fling open directly in his face, without even touching the locker.. He gave the little shit a bloody nose. Stan did apologize to Wendy for doubting her claims and calling her some nasty names, but by then it was too late for him. Wendy was dating Kenny for the past year by then. Even despite all of Kenny's inappropriate remarks about her body, she'd grown attached to him during all that time.
Wendy had Kenny come to her house every day to make sure he tested out his strange ability. At first, he didn't really want to make it a common thing. He had enough on his plate with constantly dying every damn day. However, Wendy managed to persuade him by saying she'd let him play with her boobs (over her shirt, mind you. Wendy wasn't the slut Stan claimed her to be when she was a kid). Kenny liked Wendy's boobs, so he thought that to be a fair exchange. Usually, she had him lift a glass with his mind. However, Kenny had a different idea this time around.
"Okay, Kenny, let it lift!" she politely ordered.
"Actually, I want to see if it affects stuff in range that I can't see," Kenny began to explain. "I mean, the glass I always see. I saw Cartman's locker. I saw Clyde's underwear when he bent over to pick up that pencil - best wedgie I ever gave someone, I'll add - but I don't know if it affects stuff I can't exactly see when I know it's there…"
"Oh, good idea, Kenny!" Wendy cheered. "Hold on. I'll move the-"
"Won't be necessary," Kenny laughed.
"What do you-" she felt a weird, yet admittedly arousing, feeling on her chest, and looked down to see her boobs shaking on their own. He was playing with them with his mind!
"Not as fun, but it looks hot at least," Kenny smirked.
"Holy shit, Kenny, this is amazing!" Wendy never thought she'd see her boobs getting groped by nothing. She would probably smack him for this not being consensual, if she wasn't so impressed by this. She gave her boyfriend a hug.
"…I still get to play with them with my hands tonight though, right?" Kenny requested.
So, this one was kind of short, and admittedly just kind of written for a laugh, but I thought it was a good way to explain Kenny having this ability. I will write more of this one than just one chapter because the idea's there. Since this first chapter is technically filler, I'll probably make this a more episodic story like my friend MrRedSnake did with his story Dead Man Walking (great story by the way. You should check it out if you like this shipping), but like with his story, I'll do some of it in arcs, not just solo chapters. That being said, I hope you all liked this chapter! Mata ne!