A Curvy Gassy Red Panda

"Oh shit..." Tex groaned, pushing herself up. The red panda was about twice the weasels' size, her body packed with fat, muscle, and her huge ass. Texas could already see that the red panda had been here for some time, judging by the stains all over her uniform, and the smell...

"Ohhh, looks like I'm getting a cellmate, huh?" The panda grinned, standing up and towering over the weasel. "You ain't gonna be causing me trouble, are you, runt?"

Texas looked the panda up and down, then sighed, shaking her head. "No, ma'am..."

"Good. You're lucky I'm not in a bad mood, because if I was, I'd be using that cute little face of yours as my toilet right now." The panda grinned. Texas shuddered.

"Oh, and one more thing. What's your name, cutie?"

"I-it's Texas, ma'am..." The weasel muttered.

"Texas, huh? I'm Tundra. Pleased to meet you, sweetie." The red panda said, offering her hand to the weasel. Texas stared at the large paw for a second, then slowly shook it.

"Now, you may be wondering, why's Tundra so stinky? Why's Tundra so dirty?" The large panda grinned, winking. "Well, here's a little secret. I've been here so long, I don't think I've been outta this cell since I got here. All that food, and no one to clean up after me, well, what can I say? I've been doing some major mess-making!" She laughed, giving her stomach a firm slap. The resulting gurgle and the waft of methane made Texas feel lightheaded, and her stomach growl loudly.

"You hungry, cutie?" Tundra chuckled, seeing the way Texas' stomach moved.

"U-uh, n-no, no thank you..." The weasel muttered, her eyes flicking down to the panda's stained clothes.

"Are you sure? I got plenty more where that came from." Tundra said, grabbing her buttocks and squeezing, a loud fart following.

"No, I'm good." Texas said quickly, looking away from the gassy panda. Tundra giggled, then walked to the back of the cell, sitting on her filthy bed.

"Suit yourself, sweetie."

The weasel took a breath, then went to her own bed, sitting down and letting out a small sigh. Her bed was so dirty, the sheets covered in stains. She lay back, trying to ignore the smells in the cell.

Tundra watched the weasel settle down on her bed, the large panda's belly gurgling, a low, long fart escaping her ass. She was glad her cellmate didn't wanna eat. That meant more for her. The panda rubbed her hands together, a big smile on her face.

"Hey, Tex, can I call you Tex?"

"U-um, y-yeah, that's fine."

"Ok, Tex, you ever wanna go on a diet, or just wanna lose weight in general, you can always come to me." The red panda smiled, patting her huge gut. "I'll show you how."

"That's nice, thanks." Texas said, not bothering to look over at the larger woman.

"Well, I mean, I've been working out for a while now, and I'm feeling a little tired. I need something to give me a little pick-me-up, you know?"

"Yeah, sure."

"So, I think it's time I did a little... Workout, if you get what I mean."

"W-What kind of workout?" Texas asked out of mild fear.