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WARNING: This story has absolutely no transgender elements
in it. Permission was kindly granted from the FictionMania
task force to archive it within the "Miscellaneous Stories"
category. There is a brief mention of "the plight of
Afghanistani women"; this story was authored prior to the
events of September 11, 2001. This was originally written
for a story contest for the Breast Expansion Archive.
Town Spirit
By Radioactive Loner
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 it's 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...
MONDAY, OCTOBER 31
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, big time. 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,
Barbara.
The phone rang. "Hello?" said Barbara.
"Hi, Barbara. 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 Barbara 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. Barbara was a serious, artistic liberal and
feminist, a N.O.W. member, and was heading to Smith College
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, "Barbara, 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
Barbara 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 Barbara 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.
"Barbara... wha... wha..." Reduced to monosyllables, all
she could spit out was "*What?!*" as she gestured wildly at
the apparition before her.
Gone was Barbara'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 Barbara's halter-top and said, "Holy
shit, Alice, what the hell happened to your breasts?"
"I wok..." Barbara'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
is 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 Barbara'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. Barbara'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. Barbara'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, Barbara's hair actually *rustled*
as it slid down her back even more, growing feet in
seconds, crawling towards Barbara's shapely buttocks.
Alice scooted her chair back in horror. "Barbara, 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 red-haired 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.
TUESDAY, NOVEMBER 1
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 curvier.
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 Barbara'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,
Barbara.
"Barbara!" she called.
Barbara 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 Babs! Babs good girl! Babs 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 Barbara,
and sat down beside her, the bars separating them.
She looked at Barbara. Or "Babs," 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.
"Barbara," Alice said slowly, as if speaking to a child.
"Do you remember me?"
"Yes! You Babs' good friend. Want to twiddle Babs?" 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
Babs' cheeks tenderly. Babs 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 traveled
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.
***
Unfortunately, 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 n 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 deodorant 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, blond-haired 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 Babs 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.
WEDNESDAY, NOVEMBER 2
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.
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 3
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.
FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 4
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.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 5
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 preferred 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.
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