There's a town in the middle of Indiana that few people mention. When the Congressman for that area of Indiana says how proud he is to represent his cities, he'll name Fort Wayne, and he'll name other cities in his electorate. But somehow, he always seems to just ... coincidentally ... forget this one -- perhaps because the mere mention of it is enough to garner catcalls and hooting, especially when associated with a politician's name.
And all of this could have been avoided, they say, had only an old pioneer's wife been a little more learned. In diaries of the time, a fairly accurate description of her has been left: she made quite an impression on the townsfolk as being of rather shapely physique but of rather poor intelligence. And, unfortunately, Joshua Langdon, the town founder left its naming up to her, his wife.
She had the rather bright idea (for her) of naming the town after the nickname for Indiana residents. Which would have been great ... if she had accurately remembered the nickname. But, instead of Hoosierville ... well ... the town was named Hooterville.
Generations of future descendants were condemned to mumbling their town of residence while they slowly scuffed a toe in the dirt.
The sun cast a bright ray of sunshine into a room, and, although filtered by blinds, it was enough to wake the great, great, great granddaughter of Joshua Langdon up.
And Alice Langdon was more than happy to wake up, because each day of waking up in her bed was now taking her one day closer, closer to the time when she could leave this incredibly boring town. (Alice was not precisely a Hooterville booster.)
She had earned a full ride to New York University, and in a little under three weeks, Alice was going to cease to be Alice Langdon, descendent of the town founder and member of one of the town's most prominent families. She could instead become Alice Langdon, freshman physics major in one of the biggest, most sprawling, urban, and exciting towns in the United States of America.
And it couldn't get here quick enough for her. She was currently working at the town's movie theaters. It had its pleasant advantages: she was able to see any movie free, and the company even threw a few 'midnight screenings' for the staff the evening before they would open to the public. But the tedium of working a cash register, sweeping up the crap people would just toss to the theater floor, and pouring butter-flavored soybean oil on popcorn was just getting to her, bigtime. Not only was she being bored, she was getting to be a little disturbed at people, in general.
Her days, at the moment, were becoming a bit routine. Waking up. Stretching. Padding downstairs in slippers to grab some orange juice and toast and watch the morning news. Upstairs to grab a shower once the folks had finished. Into the theater uniform (no way was she going to change at work, where there was practically no privacy), and then a short walk of a few blocks to the town theater, which was outside the local mall.
Get her daily assignment (ticket-selling, ticket-taking, concessions, or cleanup), and then a day of real tedium.
Back home, crack open whatever book she was reading and go through a few chapters, and then grab some Zs. Then waking up again, and the whole damn thing, over again.
Alice was noticing something slightly weird today. No one was attending the arthouse film. Now, frankly, it was a film about the plight of Afghanistan women ... how they were being treated poorly, their civil rights curtailed. She didn't expect it to have a big attendance, when compared with the latest teen horror flick. But usually they were a few people going to it, at least.
She was hearing her boss mumbling about pulling the film and throwing another copy of one of the more popular flicks in the theater. Excusing herself for her 15-minute break, she went over to a payphone, and called her friend, Ellen.
The phone rang. "Hello?" said Ellen.
"Hi, Ellen. It's Alice. Listen, you know that flick, Oppression's Next Wave, that you wanted to catch? It's not getting a lot of attendance. If you want to catch it, I'd get over here today."
And then, Alice heard Ellen do something entirely new to her.
Giggled.
"Oh, golly, what a downer. I don't think I want to see that, Alice."
Alice was so perplexed she actually found herself speechless. Ellen was a serious, artistic liberal and feminist, a N.O.W. member, and was heading to Smith College herself in a few weeks. For her to giggle ... or use words like "downer" or "golly" ... was just, well, very unsettling. Very odd. And it made Alice feel rather off.
When she found words, they were, "Ellen, are you ... okay?"
"I ... think so, Alice. I ... can we meet up for lunch today?"
Alice wanted to talk to her, and right away. But lunch would have to do.
"Yeah, sure, Alice. Meet me at the food court at noon, okay?"
"Sure." The troubled voice disappeared, and she heard Ellen chirp, "See ya then, girlfriend!"
Alice looked disbelievingly at the phone's earpiece as her friend hung up.
Alice was working on a chapter of The Shadow University, waiting for Ellen to show up. Taking a sigh, she opened her Palm and brought up the clock. Good grief, it was half past noon already. She wasn't going to have much time to talk with ...
"Oh, hon, I am just soooo sorry I'm late, sweetie."
Alice looked up in disbelief. And then outright gasped.
"Ellen ... wha ... wha ... " Reduced to monosyllables, all she could spit out was "What?!" as she gestured wildly at the apparition before her.
Gone was Ellen's sensible yet fashionable dress. In its place were neon colors and plastic and halter tops and big hoop earrings. "Aren't these darling? I've had the best time shopping today!"
That in itself was enough to really, really throw Alice. But she looked at Ellen's halter top and said, "Holy shit, Alice, what the hell happened to your breasts?"
"I wok..." Ellen's face seemed to cloud, and she sat down rather heavily. Her breasts jiggled in their halter top as a result. She blinked, and her eyes seemed to darken slightly. Or was it that they had become a little less vacuous?
"Alice ... " She appeared to be searching for words. "I woke up this morning and ... " Her voice went up to a chirrup. "My titties were just so big like this! Aren't they really pr... " She shook her head. "Damn i... Alice, something's really weird. My mom and sis ... like ... " She vaguely waved a hand with long nails (painted blood red) at her body. "Sis was a ... doctor, for God's sake ..."
Suddenly, her hand shot out and grabbed Alice's, fiercely. "Can't THINK anymore. Just this ... "
And then it was lost. The clouds passed over Ellen's eyes, and they dulled even more.
But before Alice's astonished eyes, it wasn't just that.
Her body actually changed to match the dulling. Ellen's breasts actually seemed to ... swell in their halter top. They seemed to be pinched a little bit by the halter top, as if it had actually become a little too small. Ellen's ass looked as if it inadvertently wiggled a little bit, but that wasn't the movement ... it was hips and ass growing just a little to push out more, become more shapelier.
And, most dramatically, Ellen's hair actually rustled as it slid down her back even more, growing feet in seconds, crawling towards Ellen's shapely buttocks.
Alice scooted her chair back in horror. "Ellen, wha ... "
Dull eyes came up to meet Alice's, then were relit with a sort of insane yet alive emptiness in them. "Hi, Ames! Gosh, I feel really purty right now! Hope you don't mind, but I'm gonna see if I can pick up a cute hunk by the arcade." She blushed. "Maybe I can give some really young stud his first fuck!"
Alice stood up so quickly her chair fell backwards. The clattering was very loud and echoed around the food court. And, with horror, Alice noticed a few picture-perfect faces turned her way. Faces filled with the same emptiness.
"Attention, people! Have your order ready when you reach the counter, or you're just going to make the people behind you late!"
Joe loved small-town theaters. He probably couldn't get away with even polite orders like that in one of those big chain theaters ... you'd just have to put up with customer stupidity. But here, he was free to practice his common sense as he saw fit. He loved managing this theater. Of course, he noted curiously, he didn't get the usual grumble-toned response from the line. Instead he heard more of a ... he glanced back up. Most of the women in line seemed to be smiling and casting glances in his direction. He heard one murmur, "How ... forceful!"
He repressed a grin. About time they noticed.
And, hell, that was Sabrina, who'd be caption of the high school's cheerleading squad. Then, dumbstruck, Joe looked up again. Man, that kid must have hit a second growth spurt this summer -- she had gone from pretty darn fine C-cups to her new jugs, which were just ... well, quite fun to look at, but pretty much invalidated her cheerleading career. They wouldn't stop jiggling for five minutes after the simplest of cheers.
A large 'bam!' filled the air and made nearly everyone jump in surprise. Trying not to be distracted by the subsequent jiggling, Joe saw a very disturbed Alice run in and make a beeline for the break room. He motioned to one of the other employees in the booth, Tasha, to take over for him.
"Sure thing, hon," Tasha cooed at him, and walked up to the register. As he began to walk quickly towards the break room, he cast a look back at the redhaired Tasha. That was just ... really odd. Since when did the most out lesbian in Hooterville coo and flirt with men?
Joe shook his head. Maybe the kid had decided she liked men after all. Experimentation and all that.
He opened the door and found Alice crying her eyes out. He sat down beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. "Hey, kiddo ... "
And he was surprised when Alice immediately sank into his arms, crying a big wet spot on his shoulder. He just kept rocking her back and forth, patting her on the back, saying, "There, there." He couldn't shake off how remarkably nice it felt for Alice to be nestled in his arms.
When Alice had cried herself out, he looked at her. "Hey, kiddo, what happened?"
She sniffled and looked at him.
Alice couldn't help but tell Joe everything. Man, it wasn't like her to fall apart so easily, but ...
She shook her head. It had just really threw her, that's all.
Joe looked at her. "Okay. Well, let's look at the situation. Tell me, honestly, what you're worried about."
"Well, if she hadn't changed right there in front of me ... "
"Are you sure you didn't just see her inhale? Or let her hair down?"
"Her hair grew, Joe. She didn't even touch it. And no hair clip fell to the floor. Her face even changed, I think ... maybe it was her lips or something ... right there in front of me! And all these other people I knew when they looked at me ... they had become these ... " She sputtered. "Big-titted, spandex-clad or halter top-wearing ... bimbos!"
Joe sighed. "Alice, I ... " He began to think about what words he could say to console her, to convince her she was making this up. And then he began to think.
Second growth spurts. Converted lesbians. A lot of women suddenly thinking he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
And honestly, since when was Alice the kind of person to fall apart like this?
"Joe, what do you think I should do?"
And that. That was just a very, very atypical 'Alice' line.
He was about to open his mouth, when the break door banged open, and there stood Tasha. Her arms were crossed below two rather impressive breasts barely contained by the uniform blouse. It was rather obvious Tasha wasn't wearing a bra, and the first few buttons had been left undone, displaying a considerable amount of freckled breast flesh.
"Joe, did you change the register? It's ... well, I just can't get the hang of it, all of a sudden." She pouted. "And all of those men are yelling me. I don't want to get all of those cuties mad."
With a sigh, Joe got up. "Just give me a little time, Ames, to take care of this" ... he gestured with his hands ... "situation."
All the women seemed rather overjoyed that a man had taken control of their concession needs once more. Joe quickly dispersed of the line and radioed up to the booth to hold the film another five minutes, then start it a little late. He headed back to the break room, but Alice had left him a note telling him she was going home for the day.
Once again, a shaft of light woke the great, great, great granddaughter of Joshua Langdon from her sleep. She swung her feet to the floor, then frowned. Something felt odd. She twisted and looked down at the bed. Was she sitting on a pillow or something? No. What the ... she ran a hand along her hips and buttocks. They felt a little more curvy.
Her eyes widened, then she immediately looked around and looked at her chest. Very gently, she felt her breasts. They definitely were bigger. Not huge like Ellen's, but her breasts had definitely grown. They had been pretty average before, a little bit on the larger size of a B-cup. They had to have at least been a C, now. Her bra really pinched.
Oh, shit, she thought. She walked downstairs and turned on the daily news. She ignored most of the stock market and national news ... who cared about boring ol' Gore and Dubya, anyway? ... and stopped, nearly dropping the orange juice she had poured, when she saw a news story.
"And in news, the Hooterville Mall recently lived up to its name when not one but several women independently wandered in completely ... is this right?" The newscaster chuckled. "Completely devoid of clothing, evidently! According to local reports, the women offered sexual favors to nearly any man passing in simplistic English, and were later detained and are being held by local police."
Her phone rang.
"Alice, did you see the news just now?" Joe's voice came out of the phone, worried.
"Yes. And Joe ... I'm ... changing. Please come on over."
The vision that reached Joe's eyes when he opened the door was rather amazing. Alice hadn't changed much ... her breasts were a little more prominent, and her shape was perhaps a little bit more like an hourglass. But there must have been some minor facial changes, or perhaps it was the longer hair, but she looked like a goddess, Joe thought. Even more so with that half-sleepy look on her face and wearing only that really long T-shirt.
Down, boy, Joe reprimanded herself. You take advantage of her now, it's like taking advantage of a drunk woman. And I'm NOT going to take advantage of her.
He stayed downstairs as Alice went upstairs to shower and change.
It took Alice a long time to do that. First, there was this sudden temptation to play with herself in the shower ... to examine these newly oversized breasts a little bit more with her sense of touch. And then, when she first got dressed on autopilot, she found her hands going for the more revealing of her clothing.
Firmly shaking her head (not noticing her hair had grown a little longer), she purposefully picked the longest skirt and most frumpy top she could possibly think of.
But my boobies sure stand out in this, anyway, she thought. Wait a minute ... 'boobies'? When the heck do I call my breasts 'boobies'? Oh, god ... I have to get out of here, soon.
Joe and Alice decided to go to the jail to visit the naked women. "Maybe we can figure out what happened to them, find something in common." When they entered, Joe remarked that he hadn't heard from his sister (a blatant lie, as he didn't even have a sister), and wanted to make sure that she wasn't among the arrested youth.
Joe and Alice walked back to the group cell. The cop talked to Joe as they walked. "Can't keep a stitch of clothes on them. They just shuck it off as soon as we try to put something on them. And frankly, with these kind of gals, the chief really doesn't trust us to keep trying to put panties on a bunch of naked chicks. A guy's got only so much self-control, you know?"
Idly, Alice found herself staring at the policeman's crotch, wondering how long the policeman's ... but she found herself distracted by the uproar when they walked into the cell.
Or, more precisely, when Joe and the policeman walked into the cell. For at that time, all the women began jiggling up and down, calling out to the men. Including, Alice saw, Ellen.
"Ellen!" she called. Ellen didn't even turn around, but kept calling out towards Joe and the policeman. Alice could just make out some of the words over the hubbub of horny female voices ... "Please fuck Ellie! Ellie good girl! Ellie has big nice titties for you! She'll suck you really good!"
Joe looked away from the display, and quickly exited, ashen and shaken. As soon as the men exited, the women immediately lost interest and generally let out groans of frustration or disappointment. Alice walked up to Ellen, and sat down beside her, the bars separating them.
She looked at Ellen. Or "Ellie," Alice gloomily thought. Her friend was nearly unrecognizable. Her breasts were nearly the equal (or perhaps larger) than any other girls in the cell, at least in the G-cup or H-cup range. Her body was as sculpted as the finest magazine model, and glistened with sweat.
"Ellen," Alice said slowly, as if speaking to a child. "Do you remember me?"
"Yes! You Ellie's good friend. Want to twiddle Ellie?" She spread her legs invitingly. "Not as good as mancock" ... she said it as one word ... "but fun! And men get all horny and give you mancock when they see girlplay!"
Alice reached through the bars, and ran a hand along one of Ellie's cheeks tenderly. Ellie nuzzled against the hand, much like a kitten might.
"Goodbye," Alice said quietly, gently, then got up and left the woman that had once been her friend.
Alice took Joe aside as they left the cell area. "I don't want that to be my future," Alice said.
"I don't know. Maybe they were all exposed to some drug, or something ... "
"No, I don't think so, Joe." She shook her head, as if to clear her thoughts. "I mean, look. It's every girl in town. I think those," she gestured with her head back towards the cell, "are what every girl in town is going to end up being. I don't know why."
Joe looked at her. "Okay. Let's get the hell out of here."
Alice frantically ransacked her room, throwing panties, skirts, blouses, and bras willy-nilly into a suitcase she had yanked from the closet. She grabbed a few books at random off her bookshelf and tossed them in there, and then ran downstairs.
And stopped, looking at Joe. Who was standing in the doorway, looking very innocuous, with just two suitcases of his own. But she looked at the curl of his hair, and the way the T-shirt hung on him, and her eyes travelled downward.
And Alice found that she was in agreement with herself.
"Joe," she said, "I have been getting more and more ... " She practically purred the next word ... "aroused throughout the entire day. Now, I know it's a symptom of this. But I swear, I feel like I'm going to jump the next guy I see. Maybe if I could just get ... this out of the way, I could think clearer. And we could get the hell out of here."
Joe blanched, then fell into the chair, breathing heavily. His libido was practically screaming at him to take advantage of Alice's offer. His conscience wasn't so sure. But when Alice very slinkily moved over and sat down on his lap, and began nibbling on his ear, both sides agreed to table the discussion for later, as other things had come up.
Unfortuantely, this had not proven to be the best idea for Alice. "Oh, my gosh. My titties grew!" She shook her head yet again, trying to shake the cloudiness out of it, and noticed that her much-longer hair swayed from side to side, tingling against the skin of her buttocks each time they swung by it.
"Oh, shit," she said. "I'm ... I got ... dumber. And more pretty. After I fucked you."
Joe sighed, disgusted with himself but trying to take command of the situation. "Shit. We need to get you out of town now. Maybe the process will reverse itself."
Alice giggled. "Whatever you say, cutie." She frowned, and then more intelligence came to the forefront. "It's as ... Joe, it's almost as if ... well, it just feels like this huge part of me, all the stuff that makes me horny and ... well, maybe the parts that we all have that make us sexual creatures ... " ... a poor choice of words, as she groaned with a sexual rush and then forcibly, visibly pushed it back down into her psyche ... "is just being pushed up so much. It's like a battle to prevent it from pushing all my booksmarts out."
Joe looked at her. "The only thing I can think of is getting you out of town and to a hospital."
She nodded, biting a lip that had become more prominent and luscious. The gesture was incredibly erotic. "Let's do it."
Battling another rise of his libido, Joe threw the suitcases in the car, and they bolted for the town lines.
Where they were promptly stopped by a roadblock.
Others had figured out what was going on, and in short order, Joe found himself in a jail cell. As did Alice. Supposedly on the excuse of 'speeding,' and Alice as an 'accessory to reckless driving.'
Joe and Alice knew what was going on, though. Other men may not have known what was causing this, but they knew they didn't want the real world alerted. Faced with all their wives and daughters becoming living, breathing sex bombs whose only care was to service their men, most men with less kind mindsets than Joe's decided that Hooterville was going to become a man's wet dream, come hell or highwater.
Alice had been summarily strip-searched. The policeman then plastered on a phony smile and apologized for inadvertently destroying her clothes, but they had, you see, mistaken some powder from her deoderant for cocaine. So she'd ... have to go without clothes for the moment, he leered, until they could get her some new clothes -- which they'd try to do oh-so-soon.
As Alice peered around the jail cell, she saw several other women in various states of sexiness. Some were just starting out, and although their breasts would have been the envy of nearly any other city's female population, they looked like elementary school girls against those finishing their transformation. Including one woman who looked remarkably familiar ...
"Mom?" Alice said in disbelief.
A naked, blondhaired woman walked over to Alice. "Hello, daughter-girl! You shaping up nicely. We Langdons pretty good-looking!"
"I'll say," Alice said, looking in disbelief at how her mother had been transformed. The woman she was looking at now honestly looked only a few years older than Alice herself, but Alice's mother had been in her early forties and carrying a rather generous amount of weight. Now, the only weight this woman was carrying on her extremely sculptured body was in her G- or H-cup breasts.
"Look like Mama Mama Mama Langdon, don't I?" she said, proudly jutting out her breasts.
"Mama Mama Mama Langdon?" Alice said, confused.
"Way-back relative," her mom said in this strange, half-intelligent, half-bimbo language. Her mother obviously wasn't as bad as Ellie had been, but was pretty near senseless.
"Do you mean ... the town founder's wife?"
"Yeah! Hooterville!" her mom nodded, happy that her daughter had understood the meaning.
Alice shook her head, then, thought. It was becoming very hard to do so, but vaguely two synapses worked themselves together ... Mama Mama Mama Langdon ... and tomorrow was the 150th anniversary of the town's naming.
Mama Mama Mama Langdon ... 150th anniversary ... Hooterville ...
Alice abruptly leapt to her feet.
"I have to get out of town. NOW."
But, alas, it wasn't going to be that evening. And despite her best efforts, Alice found herself nodding off to sleep as the hours wore on into the early morning.
A shaft of light, shining through the bars of the cell, woke up the great great great granddaughter of Joshua Langdon.
Well, a shaft of light ... and gunshots.
"Take me to her NOW!" yelled a male voice ... yelled her male voice ... yelled the voice of the man that made Alice's privates start to drip onto the cement floor.
The door opened, and several policemen slowly backed into the room, followed by Joe, waving a pistol. Slowly, under their direction, they opened the cage and backed into it. Immediately, the female denizens of the cell, their desires unsated, fell upon the men, and they soon found themselves quite distracted. After all, the most that men usually dream of is a menage a trois. But being serviced by five or six women at once ... well, that's enough to rather adequately distract anyone.
Alice stepped out of what had been her cage. She stepped up to her man. And she nuzzled against him, slowly, erotically, her new breasts pendulously swinging, then brushing against him, then being pressed up against him.
"Thank you for rescuing me," she said in a deep, throaty, satisfied voice.
It was all Joe could do to not strip her and take her right there. She obviously wasn't in the "final stage" that the women he had seen in the cell were in. But she was nude, and whatever was being done had honed her body to near-perfection. Her breasts were perfect, J-cupped globes. Her very posture, the very way she held herself, and each graceful movement of her hips, the sway of her breasts, tugged right on his libido.
Shaking off a little fogginess himself, he took off his overcoat and covered her, then led her out of the station. This time, they once again made a beeline for the border.
And this time, they made it.
Alice shook her said. "I don't feel any smarter, Joe."
They were in a Days Inn in Ohio. Alice and Joe had decided to cross the border, just to be safe, just to give Alice plenty of distance from the effects of whatever had been changing the population of the town. Just to be safe, too, Joe was trying to abstain from having sex with her, given what that had done to her the last time. It was difficult, though.
She hadn't turned into a monosyllabic living sex toy Thursday morning. Her breasts hadn't grown, nor her hips.
But neither had she regressed.
After two days of living with a beautiful, horny woman who only had an overcoat that fit her, Joe's self-discipline broke down, and they diddled like jackrabbits for most of the morning and afternoon.
And while she was insatiable, she continued not to regress.
Joe sighed. Alice ... was in many ways gone. He had failed in that respect.
The woman was obviously physically different. She had gone from being a B-cup to being a J-cup. Her body was toned. Her skin was hairless, silky to the touch, and incredibly aroused her when it was touched. She preferred to walk around nude whenever possible. She prefered to be called "Ally" nowadays.
Yet she could read. She couldn't read what she had used to. Great Expectations didn't interest her, but Allure and Cosmo did. And she understood what she was reading. Morning news shows didn't interest her, but "Jerry Springer," soaps and sitcoms did. And she could follow what was being said.
What gave Joe hope was this: she still seemed to be fairly intelligent. It was very hard for him to determine this. After all, when you have a woman with a goddess' body who prefers women's magazines and the worst in television fare, you make certain assumptions.
But Joe kept wondering ... was it her intelligence that had changed? Or just her tastes changed, and her libido and body amplified to such an extent, that prevented her intelligence from shining through?
He'd find out. He would make it his mission, one way or another, to take care of Ally Langdon for the rest of her life. This, he swore and pledged ... as he slipped a ring on her finger and took his bride.