Everything's bigger in texas

chapter 2

The next few miles went by in a flash before the car slowed down in time to spot a sign, Jackson being the first to read it aloud:

"Hmm...'Golden Acres Ranch', sounds like a farm to me,"

"Great, toss the chicken out the window and let's be out already." Kevin insisted, leaning his elbow against the steering wheel.

"What? Aw come on guys, we gotta go in." Adrian insisted, damn near pleading as Kevin was starting to look quite annoyed at this point.

"Let me guess, you just want to go to the farm."

"Heh, that obvious?"

"Dude, even Stevie Wonder can see that,"

"I mean it wouldn't hurt, right? This night's been pretty dope so far, let's end it on a high note."

"...Hmm,"

(*Fr ench Narrator*) Five minutes later...

The once calm and serene pastures of Golden Acres Ranch was now corrupted with the cackling laughter of Jackson scaring the chickens by charging at them like a bull chasing a bright red bullseye making the feathery poultry duck and run for cover in fear of the man. Meanwhile Kevin had found contentment with the country life by tipping over the cows one by one like they were oversized dominoes watching the poor bovines flail about on the ground mooing aloud as the boy snickered to himself calling the animals dumb. And finally Adrian was having the time of his young life climbing on top of the biggest, fattest pig he could find and riding it around the farm like a small horse having a genuine time making this a fond memory he will treasure forever.

Meanwhile Charlene, a youthful southern belle of a very well endowed farm girl would toss and turn in her bed, having the pillow over her head before suddenly leaning upwards in her groggy state, soon lifting the bedroom window open and sticking her head out to find out what was causing all that racket. The cold brisk air blowing against her rosy freckled cheeks being enough to free her from her sleepy spell now wide awake and able to spot the wild trio invading her private place of residence.

"H-HEY! WHAT ARE YOU CITY SLICKS DOING ON MY FARM!?" The buck-toothed farmer would call down to the boys grabbing their attention and putting the chaos to a much needed halt for a moment, unfortunately for her Kevin looked as cocky as ever seeing who the farm belonged to.

"Oh why don't you count your sheep and go back to sleep, Bo-Peep?" He would call back up to her, making his friends laugh aloud with him.

This made the young farmer quite furious, her face glowing bright red as she grit her teeth at the boys before slamming the window shut. The boys would whoop and holler in an early sense of victory only to see Charlene coming out the front door of her house in nothing but a floral print nightgown and matching bed cap...with a double barrel shotgun in hand, the trio immediately losing their confidence seeing her cocking the firearm proving it was indeed loaded.

"Ok, I'm gonna ask ya'll nicely, one last time. Get off my ranch, or y'all be picking bits of your brains off the ground in a second." Charlene would say raising the rifle up to Kevin's face, the cold metal of the gun so close to his lips he could just kiss the barrels goodbye.

"Whoa whoa whoa, chill. No need to start popping caps in our asses, we'll leave...damn," Kevin finally said back in response, even raising both hands up to show he was unarmed himself and she would be murdering an unarmed man.

The trio soon tucked their tails between their legs and made a brisk paced walk for the car, climbing in and starting up the engine making the tires scream and fleeing the scene before she changed her mind. The hazelnut brunette would roll her shoulders and scoff aloud watching them drive so fast down the road like a bat straight out of hell.

"Damn boys...got me all out here in my damn nightgown...in the middle of the night,"

Feeling a small chill run up her spine, Charlene would cautiously look upwards towards the sky against her better judgement just as the dark clouds above started to move as if on cue, parting ways and letting the bright ivory beam of moonlight seep through.

"On a...*gulp* f-full moon..." She would whisper with a quivering lower lip seeing the massive full moon gaze down upon her in such a fashion that could only be described as...

...ominous.

*Boom-Boom*

*Boom-Boom*

*Boom-Boom*

That was the sound of the farmer's heartbeat pounding harder and harder inside her chest, as if physically reacting to the mere sight of the distant satellite while Charlene's breathing turned icy cold, greatly contrasting the feeling of her body slowly rising in temperature with beads of sweat now pouring down her neck.

"I, I gotta get back inside! Now!" She suddenly shouted to no one in particular as she turned and ran back inside the house slamming the front door shut tightly behind her and placing her back against the door subtly trying to convince herself the moon couldn't get to her indoors.

Charlene's balled up fist pressing hard against her sore chest, feeling her own heartbeat pound so fast it felt like it was about to burst right out of her and run away from whatever strange and unforeseeable influence the moon was having on the farmer.

"M-Maybe some TV should help," She whispered to try and reassure herself, now walking over to her living room couch with a hand running through her short brunette curly locks taking the remote in hand to switch on the television.

Upon doing so she would gasp aloud in fear seeing a movie currently in the middle of a spaceship landing scene with the brave astronaut taking his first few steps on the m..m...

...Moon.

"N-No!" Charlene practically screamed clicking her thumb hard down on the remote to change the channel, now seeing a commercial about a local fast food restaurant advertising eating their piping hot and extra crispy fried chicken, gritting her teeth and growling softly she would change the channel again only to see a live cooking show with the host and head chef of the kitchen casually monologuing about cracking an egg over a hot frying pan making it sizzle and crackle from the heat.

Charlene's gasping only grew more rapid as her face grew more and more red, her severe case of chronic stress induced sweating became that much prominent and her racing heartbeat was now echoing off the walls of the house before a sudden brain splitting headache washed over her.

"G-GAHHHHH!" She would suddenly scream with her fingers gripping against the sides of her head before she fell on all fours on the floor just in front of the TV, her eyes finding themselves glued to the screen watching the cracked egg continue to sizzle...and sizzle...and sizzle.

Her body would then begin to wriggle and writhe feeling the sudden change start to manifest forcibly against her will, and the screams that followed howled at the ceiling as the shadow outline of her body twisted and contorted from Charlene's agonizing transformation currently taking place, and one final scream a set of feathery wings casted a much larger shadow on the walls. A storm now brewing outside as a clash of lightning and thunder churned the skies above as the lower half of Charlene's nightgown grew tighter and tighter, stretching to it's very limit before tearing completely off her body with a cluster of bright white feathers bursting free like a pillow had just exploded as the farm girl's now much larger backside, a now much fuller pair of perfectly round, bouncy, and jiggling ass cheeks paired with a pair of much wide and juicy drumsticks that became her hips and thighs, now entirely covered in said blanket of soft and frilly feathers and a short little tail soon sprouting just at the base of her back as her slim and slender legs grew even longer and toenails curled into claw like talons for a final touch.

"H-Hah..." Charlene would gasp aloud, now opening her eyes to see her arms had grew feathers and became the wings that stretched from one side of the living room to the other, before screaming in complete and utter terror for her curse had come back to haunt her once again. For she was...

...a were-chicken harpy.