Fallout

A few hours later, Cowgirl is on a very expensive flight (with a bottle of very expensive ****) back to Texas, and Benjamin Maddox Beaux gets a call.

“So we like, totally got the number,” the chief of police speaks in that bubbly voice of hers on the line.

The doctor nods, “So what's the damage?”

“Like, what damage?” The chief giggles, “everything is wonderful! All the flowers are pink, and they moan while giving my fingers these cute little warm, wet, wavy, squeezy hugs when I touch them! It's totally cool!”

The doctor takes a slow breath, “How big of an area?”

“Oh, like, I couldn't tell anymore after about, like, umm…” the chief pauses, “fifteen miles.”

Benjamin cringes, “so we have an area full of nothing but bimbos fifteen miles across….”

“No, silly,” the chief interrupts over the phone, “I'm like, talking about how far I had to get from that stupid dead warehouse. That's like, radius, not diameter, duh.”

“So hundreds of square miles of ruined lives….” Benjamin Beaux takes a breath.

“It's totally seven hundred six after running the silly little Pi are like, squared junk. But hardly like, ruined…” the chief contradicts, “I feel like, great! Now instead of having to retire in just like five or ten years, I have like… forty or fifty before I totally can't keep up with the job and junk… or I can like, retire in five years with this fresh, hot, young body to explore! Having my grandkids call me ‘grandma’ isn't like, such a big price to pay when it means I'll totally get to see like, my great-great grandkids now.”

“Look, not everyone affected was on the high side of fifty…” the doctor begins.

The chief giggles, “Oh Em Gee you are like, totally out of touch. Like, eighty percent of the local population totally was on the high side of fifty. Town hall all like catered to the elderly and junk? Advertised the town as a great place to retire. See, they like, wanted the big fat taxes coming from people with like totally secure incomes.”

“But you're only enjoying it because of something just half a step down from…” Benjamin starts to object.

“Like mind control? As if!” the woman on the other end of the line interrupts, “Look, I've like, been dealing with the fallout of like, you ‘and your ancestors’,” yes, the doctor can hear the quotes, “power for like my entire career. Okay, yeah, it like, pushes some weights around in a person's like, head a bit and makes ‘em enjoy it at first… but that like, wears off and junk? And after that, the only ones that want to like, go back are the ones that like… couldn't get a taste before that like, went away. All you're really doing is letting them totally look at things from like, this side without all the ‘but I'm like, a man’ hangups and junk getting totally in the way.”

‘Of course he wouldn't see the problem right now…’ the doctor thinks, “and what about all those ranchers who….”

“...are now going to be like, tourist hotspots?” The chief anticipates the question, “Guys with like, yummy meat popsicles will totally flock here now to like, see all the modified wildlife and junk? And as long as they're here, they can totally buy up all the rubbers and we can like, help them use them and junk. It'll be totally great!”

‘Right… standard recent conversion one-track mind….’ the life-manipulating hero shakes his head, “I guess we'll see how you feel when the mind whammy wears off…”

“Oh, Em Gee… like, tell me, doc…” the chief takes another track, “you totally offer free surgery to anyone you accidentally change, and you're like THE expert, the single most skilled surgeon at that probably in like, the whole world. In, like all your years of practice, tell me: How many have wanted to go back after like, getting a taste of what you have to like, offer?”

Benjamin is silent for a long time, and answers honestly, “I know at least one,” and hangs up.

—

Three weeks later, Doctor Benjamin Maddox Beaux is shaking his head as he's reading the local news.

The first big story is that the results are in on the proposition to rename the town. The no change proposition, “Podunk”: A single vote. “Boobieton” got fifteen percent. “Sexton” got seventeen. “OpenCunt” got nineteen. The winner by a landslide at forty nine percent of the popular vote, however, was “Bimboton.” That the doctor was literally the only one happy with “Podunk” burns him more than the name that won.

Next up making the doctor cry was the upcoming visit of President William Fuckmore. He's coming to personally inspect the altered livestock and wildlife, and to hand the town the ceremonial check for the financial aid in setting up education, housing, food, and other necessary things for the wildlife and cattle that are now close enough to human to have rights as citizens under the law. Now, of itself, that wouldn't bother the doctor: It would be a good thing… except that he knows the plan for what ‘schools’ will be opening for these ladies: It's all adult entertainment. Stripping, adult film, personal escorts, live streaming… these girls are all going to be trained in something closely related to pleasing men. They are getting the language and basic adult competencey classes in there too, but the path they're taking bothers him greatly.

Of course, with that came the decriminalization of prostitution. The state requires it to be illegal, but the actual punishment is left up to local jurisdictions. Now, in Podunk… officially Bimboton in a week… being caught peddling your own flesh is a crime that comes with a civil fine of zero dollars and zero cents, payable directly to the officer catching the perpetrator at the “crime”.

The little ray of sunshine for the doctor is that they also tightened up the laws about peddling *another* person's flesh. There were a lot of concerns voiced that folks might want to take advantage of all the adult female bodies attached to minds that won't be able to handle even basic words like “stop” or “no” for a few years, at least. Dealing with those trying to take advantage of the situation now officially falls under “immediate defense of another's life” clauses in the law. Oh, there's going to be an official, proper, detailed investigation into each and every such ****: They're not going to just let it be an easy cover for ****… but for legitimate civilians, it is officially open season on pimps and **** traders… although this does mean every prostitute must be a properly independent operator.

Not the worst end the doctor has had to an adventure….