Beyond the atmosphere, above the pale blue dot that was planet Earth, a tiny dot streaked across the cosmos, on a collision course for a certain spot on that certain planet. It was from far, far beyond the solar system, something unlike humanity had ever seen before. If it landed in the right place it might have been studied by scientists for decades, but to the misfortune of science and the yet to be seen fortunes of three young women, it was not to land in such a convenient place, but was rather on a course for a tiny ranch down south of the US of A, where three sisters were going about an astoundingly average day.

“Dang ‘ol motor just won’t start today…!” grunted Maggie as she wiped sweat from her brow, a young woman in her early twenties with her vivid red hair done up in a ponytail and her chest spared from being baked by the old truck she was working on by a pair of thick overalls. She slammed the hood shut and went to turn the engine on, swearing as the engine groaned a few times, then stalled again.

“Piece of…!” She beat the dashboard with her fist, the freckled girl sick and tired of fixing their museum piece every other day, and yet loved the old wreck too much to help herself from reviving it day after day. It had been her father’s truck, the one she had grown up with, and if she had her way it’d be the one she’d die in. “Come on, I know ya got life in ya still…!”

“Maggie? You got that antique workin’ yet?”



Maggie leaned out of the window to see the second sister Leanne, the beautiful blonde with classic good looks that was the darling of the three attractive sisters, currently dressed in daisy dukes and a tied-up white top that somehow remained blemish-free despite being the one working with the animals today. Meanwhile, Maggie had oil all over her just from one stupid truck… Maggie didn’t know how she did it.

“I deserve a goddamn award if this thing makes it to market today.” Maggie slapped the side of it again, then leaned back in her seat with her face turned in a self-satisfied smirk. “And it ain’t an antique, it’s a classic.”

“You know what’s nicer than bein’ a classic? One o’ them fancy trucks Smith’s farm got. Something I ain’t gotta pray to the lord that it’ll make it halfway down the road.” Leanne pointed out in a distinctly less romantic fashion, putting her hands on her curvy hips that made her such a hit with all the boys. She had more meat in that ass than their prize pig, or at least according to Maggie, who was unaware that her own D-cup chest was the envy of her blonde sister. “‘Sides, y’ever hear about the ship ‘o Theseus in school? The thing’s practically new with how much you’ve had to fix it.”

“Come on Lea, you know you’ll miss it when it’s gone.” Maggie grinned, leaning out of the window. “‘Sides, you just don’t wanna be the one ‘t ask Alyssa if we got room in our budget for a new truck when we got a perfectly good bucket ‘o bolts right here.”

“I wouldn’t ask her that unless you’re want’n her to beat you upside the head for suggestin’ it’. We got a list of expensives long’n my arm she got to worry about.” Leanne warned, leaning against the truck before wincing and leaning away from the hot, rusty metal. Alyssa, the third, oldest, and most well-balanced of the sisters, was currently inside doing the logistics and math the other two sisters didn’t have the patience for, and was currently despairing at their finances. The farm they had inherited from their parents was just barely keeping the lights on, and every day she prayed that something that they couldn’t afford to replace wouldn’t break. It felt like unless the stars aligned, they’d be stuck in this rut forever.

“I’m sure she can make it work.” Maggie said stubbornly. “In fact, she… Leanne? You okay? Have I got somethin’ on me?”

Maggie trailed off, noticing that Leanne’s plump lips had fallen open, her eyes slowly widening with a confusion seldom seen on the know-it-all girl. Leanne wordlessly pointed past her, Maggie following her finger and trying to turn around, having to awkwardly flip herself around in her seat. Then, her jaw dropped too.



There was a bright, shining light in the sky, like a miniature sun that was undeniably moving, and moving fast. Maggie managed to force her eyes to narrow, squinting it at. Was it just her, or was it moving towards them?

“Holy-” Maggie gasped, before her instincts kicked in and she turned back to the gobsmacked Leanne looking like a deer in the headlights as the object got bigger and bigger. “Sis, get down-!”

Maggie didn’t even have time to wrench the door open before the falling object flew past them with a mighty whoosh followed by an ear shatteringly loud crash, the two screaming as Leanne was knocked off her feet by the impact. The sound was deafening, an incredible crash unlike anything the two had heard before. The two were dazed for a few moments, Maggie’s face nearly hitting the pedals as she was knocked senseless, unable to think or hear anything until the sound of panicking farm animals faded in.

“You alright?” Maggie groaned, nearly falling out of the truck when she finally emerged. Leanne was back on her feet but wobbling, and barely had time to stammer out a confirmation before a wild-eyed Alyssa swung the door open with a bang and rushed outside.

“What the hell is going on out there!? It sounded like a bomb went off!” She yelled, usually the most composed of the three, wearing a neat purple dress with her long dark hair done up in a bun, but she was looking the most shocked of the three right now.

“Hell if I know!” Maggie yelled back. “Want to go find out?”

–

I didn’t take the sisters long to find the impact site, a crater with a gently glowing rock

“I knew it, a meteor! Right in the middle of our farm!” Maggie exclaimed.

“They’re called meteorites after they land.” Leanne corrected her, Maggie rolling her eyes.

“I don’t care if it’s a comet or an asteroid, ‘long as it don’t crush any of our cows.” she responded. She glanced around, most of the animals getting as far away from it as possible. It looked like it hadn’t landed anywhere important, but who knew once they looked underneath it…

“Do you think we should be standing so close to it?” Alyssa asked nervously. The glowing was slowly fading, but the three were still close enough that they could feel the heat from the rock.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Once it’s on the ground it’s just a regular ‘ol big rock.” Maggie said with extremely unjustified confidence. She rubbed her slightly itchy chest, feeling like her bra was chafing all of a sudden. “Just don’t go touchin’ it, obviously.”



“We’re going to have to fence this off.” Leanne sighed. Once the excitement wore off, it was just another inconvenience.She resisted the urge to scratch her ass in a distinctly unladylike fashion, feeling it itching something fierce. “What a pain…”

“We ain’t gonna get some of the boys to tow it outta here?” Maggie asked. “I don’t think our truck could do it even if I got it workin’.”

“We can’t exactly afford any extra expenses right now.” Alyssa said glumly, her stomach rumbling, her sudden hunger pangs not helping her pessimistic mood. “I suppose we’ll just have to leave it for now.”

“Maybe we should charge when the local paper shows up t’ cover it?” Maggie joked. The glowing would fade by the time they came back to check it again, the three shrugging it off as just residual heat, even if it had been a slightly unusual colour. The realisation that the meteorite had been carrying something extremely unusual that had seeped into them and their farm’s land wouldn’t come for a long time after…

–

“Come on ya stupid thing, just git already…!” Maggie grunted, straining with all her might to put the clasps of her bra together to no avail. And even if she could have gotten it done up, her breasts were spilling over the cups like an oversized cupcake.

“Mag, breakfast’s ready! We’re all hungry and waitin’ for you!” Leanne entered the room, looking fed up with how long her sister had been taking.

“You don’t get t’ complain, you spend twice as long as me most mornings doin’ yer dang hair!” Maggie shot back,

“What’re you doin’ over there, anyway?” Leanne asked, running a finger through the curly ends of her hair. “I ain’t gonna have to teach you how to do up a bra again, am I?”

“No, it just… shrank in the wash or somethin’. It’s been awful tight lately.” Maggie strained one last time, then gave up and let the inadequate bra hit the ground.



“I think you’ve gotten even bigger again.” Leanne said with hidden jealousy.

“Seriously? Like they didn’t already get in the way. I thought puberty was the last I’d have to put up with this…” Maggie grumbled, oblivious to her sister’s glare. Her eye trained by years of jealousy, it was clear to Alyssa that Maggie was at least an E-cup now. No, maybe an F-cup? How did that cow not notice how big she had gotten practically overnight?

“Yes, how terrible it must be for you.” Leanne said perfectly politely. “Now hurry up, Alyssa’ll eat your breakfast too at this rate!”

Maggie gave up and stuffed her boobs into a plaid shirt, just barely doing up the top button. Her babies were hanging free underneath, but who was looking?

It had been a couple of weeks since the meteorite landed, and other than there now being a big rock cordoned off on their land, things had returned to normal very quickly. The news had shown up as expected, and half their small town had shown up to gawk at the space rock before getting bored and going home. The sisters didn’t mind the free publicity, but it wasn’t really making them any money, so by the end of it they were glad to see the last people lose their interest, and their visitors drop back to nil.

As Maggie sat down, she thought to herself that the only thing that had gone up since then was Alyssa’s appetite. They had a usual ham, sausage, and eggs for breakfast, at least that was what Leanne and Maggie were getting. Alyssa had three times as much piled high, far from her usual frugality. Perhaps the years of having slightly less so her sisters could the extra energy they needed for their farmwork had caught up with her.

“You don’t think you’re gonna get fat, eatin’ like that every day?” Maggie said with her usual lack of subtlety. Alyssa glanced up briefly, then shrugged. Although she was curvy, she had never exactly had the slender body of a swimsuit model. It was a testament to how big her curves that she had maintained an hourglass figure, given that her waist wasn’t particularly skinny and her arms were never dainty. Honestly, who’d notice a few extra pounds?

“Whatever happened to saving money where we can and spending conservatively?” Leanne pointed out grumpily, not appreciating being on the receiving end of her lectures only for their sister to turn into a glutton chewing through their monthly budget on pancakes alone.

“You can’t work on an empty stomach.” Alyssa said sagely, then want back to stuffing herself. Leanne squirmed self-consciously in her seat, wondering if she’d been overeating herself lately. Her daisy dukes were completely unbuttoned, and it had taken a lot of tugging to get them up and around her big butt. She’d always had junk in the trunk to be sure, but this much seemed suspicious. Maybe it was time for skirts…

“If you want to eat like that, you should be the one doing fieldwork to burn it off.” Leanne grumbled, piercing her sausage with her fork for emphasis. Alyssa seemed unconcerned, feeling like her daily stress melted away whenever she ate, and lately she was eating a lot. If she got a little chunky, that seemed like a more than acceptable tradeoff to her. God knows she needed it with their current state of affairs…

Still, Alyssa’s sudden appetite was far worse than anything that was happening to her or Maggie’s sudden expanding boobs, Leanne thought to herself. Alyssa was noticeably chunkier than before, her midsection looking plush while her usually sharp features starting to look a little rounded. It was a little weird that these things were happening all at once… Unfortunately, Leanne was a little too down to earth to put the pieces together until it was far too late…

–

“Y’all can’t be serious.” Maggie stared in disbelief at the mirror, looking over her shoulder. It wouldn’t reach. The clasps of her I-cup bra wouldn’t reach! Her two wobbling orbs refused to be contained by cups the size of her face, her ever-expanding chest having outgrown it in the time it had taken for her to order from out of town. What did that make her now? A K-cup? No, maybe an L-cup? That was absurd! And even worse…

“That diet was a god-damn waste of time!” She threw the bra to the ground indignantly. Practically starving herself hadn’t done a lick of good for her figure, which was, she reminded herself with a quick pose in the mirror to massage her ego, just as slim as ever, not a hint of chubbiness in sight! It was just that her boobs were growing absolutely out of control!

“That is it!” Maggie almost screeched, tying up a shirt below her breasts, just barely enough to cover her puffy nipples.  She stormed out of the room, yelling down the rickety hallways of their old family home. “As of right this moment, I am callin’ an emergency family meetin’!”

“Goodness, it is far too early in the morning for all this noise.” Alyssa stumbled out of her bedroom still in her nightie, a wise choice given that by now her flabby gut would have sagged out of any pajama shirt she might have owned. She was in possession of a growing second chin, and she was considerably wider, her hourglass figure maintained only by how big her hips and breasts were getting. She was the furthest thing from slim, soft to the touch and at least a hundred or more pounds overweight from gorging herself night and day.

“No complaining!” Maggie pointed an accusing finger at her, her face almost as red as her hair. “This has gone on more than long enough outta consideration for yer feelings! I ain’t gonna call you anything less than fatter ‘n a prize pig ‘tlll we work this out!”

Alyssa seemed stunned, then glanced down at her engorged body and shrugged. She couldn’t deny the truth, after all. Surprisingly, the acknowledgement that she was well and truly overweight didn’t bother her so much. She had assumed it was the same for her sisters, who hadn’t been making much of a fuss about their inflated proportions, save for Maggie moaning about bras and shirts not fitting. Privately, she had thought it was a form of humblebragging that although she was probably putting on weight like Alyssa, it was all going to her chest.

“Maggie!” Leanne stood shocked as she emerged from her own bedroom, hair half-combed. “You can’t call your own sister fat!”



“Then what am I supposed ‘t’ call her, huh? Big boned!?” Maggie shouted back, Alyssa wincing. “You worried I’m gonna comment on yer fat ass next?”

Leanne went red too, clutching at the skirt of the dress she was wearing, hiked up by a butt big enough to balance a platter on. It was too big for pants or shorts to contain, at least any of the ones she could find, causing her to switch exclusively to skirts. She was too embarrassed to go into town with it, and like Maggie, had gone on a stringent diet of almost exclusively vegetables, to no avail. It plumped up whether she wanted it to or not, she had been appalled to find out that she had been losing weight on the rest of her body, losing that little bit of flab on her belly, but her big butt was unaffected. Something was up, but she was too embarrassed to be the one to come out and say it, and was secretly glad that Maggie had lost her cool first.

“Both of you, calm down! Yelling isn’t going to get us anywhere.” Alyssa held up her plump arms, signalling for a cease-fire. “Why don’t we lay out our grievances like proper ladies, like momma woulda wanted?”

Maggie grumbled and shuffled her feet, but took a deep breath and calmed down.

“Y’all know this ain’t normal, right? I ain’t just sayin’ that, I went to Doc Johnson the other day and in his professional opinion it ain’t right.” Maggie stated the obvious, hands on her hips and a frustrated curl on her plump lips. “The doc said he ain’t ever seen anything like it. Said it ain’t gigantomastia, or whatever the fancy word for it is. My hormones are all outta wack, but I ain’t gettin’ all of the other stuff that’d happen if I were havin’ a baby. I bet that ass ‘o yours ain’t just fat either.”

“That’s… actually the case.” Leanne admitted. “A few days ago I went to see him as well, and he was just as confused as you said. I asked if we had a virus or something and he said he couldn’t tell. The only one here that can be explained is Alyssa, since she’s just gettin’ fat.”

“Guilty as charged.” Alyssa giggled breezily, getting some rather offended looks from the others. They had issues with their bodies, but they were glad they at least weren’t fat. So what was she doing blowing up like a blimp and looking happy about it? The liberation from watching her weight was a huge burden lifted from her shoulders indeed. A burden heavier than even the fat being piled onto her body. Still, even she had to admit that she was gaining weight unusually quickly.

“So, where does that get us? Any idiot could tell this is strange.” Leanne crossed her arms under her chest, a feat much easier for her than Maggie. “The real question is, what caused it?”

The three stood there holding an awkward silence. All three had an inkling, but nobody wanted to be the first to say it. Eventually Alyssa noticed that the two were going red in the face, sighed, and decided to be the one.

“Do you think that meteorite had something to do with it?” She suggested carefully. “I started feeling hungry right after it landed.”

“Ridiculous.” Maggie laughed derisively.



“We ain’t in a sci-fi movie.” Leanne scoffed.



“There’s no way.”



“What next, little green men are gonna pop out of that rock?”



The two turned up their noses, then slowly brought them back down.

“It was the meteorite, wasn’t it?” Maggie ashamedly admitted. “It was glowing when it landed, wasn’t it?”

“It wasn’t our fault, it’s not like we had hazmat suits or somethin’.” Leanne said defensively.

“Ah!” Alyssa’s eyes lit up. “Of course, that’s it! That explains everything!”

“Well, it does and it doesn’t.” Leanne said, only for Alyssa to shake her head, her cheeks and chin wobbling.

“No, no, not that.” Alyssa clarified. “Haven’t you noticed that the animals and produce are a lot bigger lately?”

“Now that you mention it…” Maggie said slowly. “They have been, ain’t they?”

“It’s looking like it might be the best harvest we ever have.” Leanne furrowed her brow. “They’re growin’ faster, too. Taste great, t’ top it off.”

The three shared a quick glance. Perhaps this wasn’t all bad after all…

–

Standing over her treasured old truck, Maggie’s expression was far from amused when she looked downward and saw instead of the engine under the car’s hood, mostly just her own boobs, mostly pale flesh that hadn’t been exposed to the harsh southern sun long enough to gain a tan. Her plaid shirt was pulled to its limits, her two top buttons dangling in the middle of her breasts with the rest of the fabric stretched to the outer sides. Somehow the sturdy material was holding on, although who knew when they’d give up the ghost and snap. She had a white tank top underneath it that wasn’t doing much better, an oversized one she had bought in desperation that clung to the underside of her breasts when it too was quickly outgrown. Her boobs were growing just as explosively as ever, and were currently like she had beachballs stuffed into her shirt, each twice the size of her head, and the only thing more impressive than that was that she didn’t have back pain. Somehow her back muscles had greatly grown to accommodate it, allowing her to relatively easily carry them around, although she had an enormous amount of weight and heft to it that made moving around somewhat awkward at best. She had nearly knocked Leanne out once merely by turning around, and now being directly to the side or behind her was considered a danger zone.

“This ain’t gonna work.” Maggie said plainly and despondently, feeling the head of the car’s hood and engine on the underside of her boobs. She couldn’t see a dang thing, her wrench tucked into her cleavage which was, if nothing else, a handy storage space for anything smaller than a log. She stepped back, but now had to lean over her own cleavage just to reach the car, which was also extremely awkward. She groaned, wondering how she was supposed to get any work done like this, eventually throwing up her hands, gritting her teeth, and simply leaning past the obstruction. It took a couple of hours in the morning sun to do what would have taken half an hour at best before, her boobs glossy with sweat by the time she was done. The only reason why she hadn’t given up entirely was because Leanne wanted to go into town to buy groceries and new clothes, and the truck was the only thing big enough to fit her gigantic ass into…

Meanwhile, Alyssa was quietly sneaking out to the barn while the other sisters were preoccupied with the truck and feeding their now prize animals, walking as quickly as her enormous weight would allow for. With her enormous gut hanging out of her inadequate shirt and her ass threatening to burst plus-plus-plus-sized pants, her muffin top wobbled with every discreet step. While Alyssa wasn’t really bothered too much by her weight, she did want to keep an eye on just how heavy she was getting, and the slightly embarrassing truth was that she was now too heavy for the bathroom scale the sisters had once agonised over before giving up on it thanks to their meteorite-induced growth.

With those scales useless, Alyssa turned to her only option: the huge scale they used for weighing their hogs. She tentatively stepped onto it, watching the number swing to the far end of the scale with lightning speed, and that was with just one foot on it! She was far wider than any pig they had ever owned by now, hips wider than the end of their table, twice as wide as the chair she sat in while working at her desk. Her arms were huge and soft, biceps as wide as the laptop she used, her fingers threatening to get too chunky for the keys. Her second chin had consumed her neck, and her ass was so big that Leanne’s was only recently starting to outgrow it, and that ass was starting to take up half or more of her body’s mass. She didn’t have to look at the number the scale produced to know that she was a whale.

And yet, looking at the tremendous number the scale produced, Alyssa found that she had confirmed what she had suspected and come out here to prove: she honestly didn’t care at all! Being this fat didn’t bother her in the slightest! As a lady she was supposed to obsess over every stray pound like her sisters, but if anything, she felt a sense of satisfaction watching it go up. She could eat how she wanted, not care how anybody thought. After her meteorite-induced appetite every day was a blissful binge of all her favourite foods, able to afford it with the ever-increasing windfall the meteorite had brought to their farm at the expense of the sisters’ bodies. And she was so pillowy and soft! Being the centre of attention thanks to her curves had given her an indifference to how others looked at her, knowing they only cared about her big boobs and bubble butt. If that was the case, then good riddance to anybody who was turned off by the bigger, better her!

 She let out a merry chuckle as she stepped off, wondering if the giant pigs that were watching  her curiously would ever manage to outweigh her. It was such a shame that her sisters weren’t as happy with their bodies as she was. Perhaps one day she might convince them to fatten themselves up too, then they wouldn’t be so lopsided…

–

Leanne tried to pretend she didn’t hear the murmurs around her as she walked into town, not to mention the looks. The men with eyes bulging out of her heads, the women whispering to each other and shooting her dirty looks, the children pointing and gaping. She didn’t blame them, in a way, it was hard to not stare at her when her hips and ass looked like they belonged to a woman four times her size and weight. The rest of her was as svelte as ever, for better or worse. She had given up on pants, wearing a tartan skirt that just barely protected her modesty. She was currently walking back to the truck after doing some clothes shopping for the family, although she had bought the next size up from what her sisters had requested, knowing they’d outgrow it in no time. While they were making lots of money with their huge harvests and oversized animals, it felt like most of it went into new clothes these days.

“How shameful!”

Her ears perked up at an unsubtle, quite audible comment from behind, and she couldn’t stop herself from turning in its direction at a middle-aged woman with a scowl on her face, covering her children’s eyes.

“I don’t know how you can walk around so proudly with that sinful appearance! Can’t you think of the children!?” The unpleasant woman said, Leanne rolling her eyes and looking away again, wishing she hadn’t acknowledged her. What did she want her to do, shrink on the spot? Gals with thighs like her had to go about their day like the rest. Unfortunately, a lot of the older people she passed had similar opinions on her. It was an old-fashioned, conservative town after all, and she and her sisters stuck out.

Her mood soured as she got her groceries, her shopping cart overflowing with all of the treats Alyssa demanded, and the sheer amount of food required to keep her going. She heard more comments from practically everybody she passed, everybody having something to say about the barge of a woman sharing the town with them, seemingly avoiding her and making a wide berth around her. She was grumbling about it under her breath when the noise she had tuned out got louder, finally managing to get past her mental barrier.



“Um, excuse me… excuse me, ma’am? Excuse me?”

“Yes, what is it?” She almost snarled, looking over her shoulder at a hapless young man who was blushing at the sight of her ass cheeks hanging out just under her skirt, something Leanne hadn’t noticed thanks to her constant growth and sheer size.

“I, um, can’t get past…” he pointed out gingerly, Leanne finally noticing that she had been taking up almost the entire aisle by herself.

“Oh.” She said dumbly, realising she had been in her own little world, hardly paying attention to those around her. Most of the comments hadn’t been ill-natured, but rather a natural result of the sheer space she dominated, causing most to have to try to swerve around her or try to give her room to move, particularly in the relatively narrow aisles. There had been a few nasty comments mixed in, but a lot of it was simply the reality of having to share the supermarket with her.

“S-s-sorry! I’ll get out of the way!” Leanne blushed as it hit her, swinging around and nearly knocking things off the shelves. She stood with her chest pressed against one of the shelve, awkwardly gesturing for him to pass. “Go right ahead.”

“Uh, thanks…” He said awkwardly, trying to sidle past without being squished by her huge ass…

–

“Lea, do ya think y’ could help me get this done up?” Maggie asked, gesturing towards her unbuttoned dress shirt. With breasts the size of actual beach-balls, nobody could blame her for needing a helping hand.

“Just a sec!” Leanne said, finishing putting on her shoes and standing up from where she had been sitting on the floor. Even with her ass flat on the ground, she was propped up so high it seemed like she wasn’t much taller standing up than sitting down.



“Yer lucky, Lea.” Maggie sighed as her sister did up her lower buttons, then tackled the challenge of doing it up past her cleavage. “You ain’t wrong for complainin’ all the time, but at least you ain’t got trouble puttin’ things on in the mornin’.”

“As long as they’re skirts. Pants are outta the question.” Leanne pointed out the yellow skirt she was wearing proving horribly inadequate for covering her beanbag-sized ass, but she had nothing better today.

“Least we’re loaded nowadays.” Maggie tried to look on the bright side of their booming business. “Ain’t really gotta worry about not doin’ much on our lonesome.”

“I don’t know which I’d prefer, honestly.” Leanne admitted, the two hoping that today’s fair would cheer them up. With Maggie in her current state she lacked the dexterity required to revive their treasured truck, and had instead hired some of the boys from in town to serve as their carriage.

“Are you two ready yet? The truck will be here any minute now!” Alyssa called, then lumbered into the room. Her morbidly obese body was wrapped in a floral dress as orange as the prize pumpkin she was hauling along to the fair, which as far as she was concerned was a done deal. Their enormous vegetables were famous across the whole county by now, and this was a business opportunity to assert dominance.

“Looks like I was right to say we shoulda bought our clothes the night before, not a week before.” Maggie pointed out as Leanne failed to do up most of her buttons, and settled for just barely decent, most of Maggie’s breasts on display as always. They had all outgrown their intended outfits to some degree, Maggie’s shirt being unbuttoned, Leanne’s panties and ass cheeks sticking out of the back of her skirt, and Alyssa’s buttons bursting at the seams, her belly’s flesh poking out between the buttons.

“What’s done is done. Now let’s get going, I think I hear them coming down the lane now.” Alyssa patted her on the back, before the three turned themselves sideways to squeeze through the doorway. Hopefully there’d be no funny business at the fair…