"Knock, knock. Ah don't mean tah interrupt, but y'all important men have guests!" came the high-pitched, twangy voice of the Mayor's wife. She was a perky little thing, the smile never leaving her pretty face, that was made up perfectly. Standing on sky-high pumps, she wore a white crop top, that stretched over her well-endowed chest, and revealed a bit of her soft belly. Her little tennis skirt, ending just past the curve of her magnicifent ass in a feminine frill, also looked like it had been painted on her round birthing hips. The woman was actually a few years younger than the Mayor himself, but nobody would have known it, as all wrinkles, varicose veins and other blemishes had been removed from her face and body. The woman could tell that all the men were undressing her with their eyes, and she could only giggle stupidly, while fingering the string of pearls around her neck.
"Excellent, Connie," the Mayor spoke, flashing a smile, "Show them in."
The Mayor's wife giggled a tinkling, high-pitched giggle and minced inside, motioning to the empty threshold of the door like a model would to a prize on a famous morning game show. In sashayed Tammy Sue through the doorway. The tall, tan blonde wore a long-sleeve red mini dress, a plunging 'V' bust that showcased her enormous tits. The dress ran so high, almost revealing her round ass, and was perfect for showing off her perfect legs. She coupled the dress with white, spiked heeled pumps, as well as gaudy jewelry.
"Why, hello, you fine, fine gentlemen, you," Tammy Sue called out in her own twangy voice, although hers had much more of a sexual husk to it, "I'm truly proud to announce that the borin' ol' Donna Troy you all met a short time back is now gone with the wind, as they say. Please, say hello to the new and improved, Donna Jean!"
With the attention of the room solely on her, the former Donna Troy strutted in on her high-heeled white cowboy boots and skintight, floral-print lace mini dress. However, the already ogling men observed, it might be fair to say the former heroine jiggled into the room rather than strutted given how the newly titled Donna Jean moved. Her body had always been shapely, due to her Amazonian physique, but her time in Cutter Creek, going through 'The Procedure' as it was known, had transformed and improved the young woman into a vision of sexual excess and absolute beauty. Her body could no longer be called simply shapely anymore. That would be a vast understatement. She was now downright voluptuous, completely zaftig, having unbelievably huge tits, a soft belly that curved inward to form a perfect hourglass, which was finished off by a round, fat ass and broad hips. Anywhere else, Donna Jean would have been considered on the plump side, but in Cutter Creek, her body type was the norm and the formerly Amazon loved it.
"Well, Tammy Sue," The Mayor announced, moving forward and ran his hand over the stylist's own perfect, heart-shaped ass and gave one of the fleshy cheeks a good squeeze through the thin material of her red dress. Tammy Sue jumped slightly and giggled. She was quickly joined by the Mayor's wife, who looked on adoringly at what was going on. The Mayor smiled at his wife, then to Tammy Sue, who was grinning from ear to ear, before continuing, "I must say you have completely outdone yourself this time! And Donna Jean, welcome to the fold, my dear. I can tell just from looking at you that you're a true Cutter Creek gal, through and through." He finished with a genuine joy in his voice as he then took the former Amazon's perfectly manicured hand in his and kissed it, eliciting a bashful giggle from the transformed warrior.
"Yeehaw!" Bobby Ray shouted, his worried tone a thing of the past in the presence of the oversexed Donna Jean, "Girl, yer fine, fine, fine, FINE! I'd say yer finer than a frog's hair split four ways! Give us a twirl, girl! Let's see all-ah ya!"
Donna Jean giggled once more, her plump, inflated lips pursed in a wide smile on her rounder cheeks. She batted her extra-long, curled eyelashes at the assembled men and women, taking a moment to look to Tammy Sue for guidance on what to do next. The vacant, almost brainless smile never left her heavily made-up face and it was only when Tammy Sue nodded her head enthusiastically that Donna Jean did as she was told. She twirled gracefully, despite her voluptuous new physique possibly throwing off her natural equilibrium. There was a part of her that worried about her shiny mane of perfectly styled back-combed hair that fell to the small of her back falling out of place, but then she recalled Tammy Sue telling her just before they left the salon that night that a hurricane could hit Cutter Creek that night and Donna Jean's hair still wouldn't move. A content, high-pitched sigh could be heard as Donna Jean stopped her twirling. There was a stray thought in her simplified mind that recalled her big sister doing a similar spin, but then she giggled, realizing that she had been all wrong. Donna Jean knew her big sister never did that spin for the benefit of big, important men to take in her sexy body and there was just something plain wrong with that. She knew that her body was for the benefit and pleasure of these men and others in Cutter Creek, and the very thought caused her swollen, bald pussy to tingle with excitement. Her breath caught in her throat for a moment when she felt the slow trickle of her sexual juices slowly running down her tan, thick thighs. Her pleasure-fogged mind had firmly accepted that she was now such a simple, sexy girl, obsessed with finding a man to knock her up and...
"Donna Jean, why don't you say something, honey?" The Mayor called out, interrupting the former Donna Troy's blissful daydream, "I hope the cat don't have your tongue. Now, how does it feel to be a Cutter Creek gal?"
"Why thank ya so much, sir," Donna Jean exclaimed, passing a smoldering, 'come-fuck-me' look to each of the men in the room, even with her dowey, vacant eyes, "Ah've never been so happy in ma life! I just wanna be a happy, sexy Cutter Creek gal for the rest-a ma days. Dat means first thing Ah gotta do's find a man an' have his kids so I can be a happy housewife an' mama."
"Haha! Well, how about that!? I think you're going to do just dandy in Cutter Creek, Donna Jean!" The Mayor exclaimed, and Donna Jean giggled girlishly.
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