A successful heist!

"Alright, here we are!" Jesse announced the group approached the bank. Her confidence wavered a bit as she saw a small line out in front of the building. Their bizarre run-in with the sheriff had put a slight wrench in their initial plan, as it delayed them enough for the bank to open. It was supposed to be a simple smash-and-grab but now it seemed like they had to do things the old fashioned way. "We got here too late. Now we gotta deal with crowd control on top of nabbing the safe!" She complained.

"So what?" Jane said with a smirk. "With Texas outta the way, we can just focus on getting the loot!"

"Oh yeah! I done forgot about that!" Jesse laughed. As the two laughed, June looked between them with a bemused smile.

"Who's Texas? That somebody we got to worry about" she asked curiously.

Jesse and Jane halted their laughter. Somehow they completely forgot about their ruse. They looked at the weasel uncertainly, their brains struggling to think of an answer that wouldn't compromise their carefully crafted lie. Oddly enough, the less intelligent of the two, Jane, would be the one to resolve the issue.

"Texas is... what folks call people what they don't like around these parts!" she said with a wide grin. "It's like, 'look at the scrawny little Texas over there!' Right Jesse?"

"Y-yeah!" Jesse answered with renewed confidence. "It's the nastiest thing you could call someone!"

"That right?" June said as she cracked her knuckles. "Well ah wish some no good big mouthed sum' bitch'll call me that! Ah'll bust em right in their head!"

Jesse and Jane were slightly taken aback by her aggressive talk. Texas wasn't one to mince words whenever they butted heads but her threats were never so direct. They laughed nervously before turning their attention back to the bank. Without another word, the trio strolled up to the establishment. The twins didn't bother with door as they reared their hips back...

*CRASH!*

The tellers were in the middling of tending to their clients when the entrance came crashing down. As the dust cleared, they all were horrified to see Jesse and Jane standing atop the rumble. The building's sturdy construction was no match for the destructive power of their asses. They stomped up to the counter, and dropped her bag in front of the trembling teller. Jesse looked them over and smirked. He was a young dog, scrawny yet cute. This was probably his first day on the job.

"Hey there, handsome. Hows about you do use a favor and fill this bag up?" she asked as she pointed down at the empty sack. The meek teller swallowed nervously as he looked upon the towering pig sisters.

"B-but... t-t-then I'll be f-f-f-fired..." he stuttered.

"Better fired than flattened, right?" Jane said as she leaned onto the counter. The wooden surface groaned beneath her weight, threatening to snap in two. "We'd hate to mess up that pretty lil' face of yours, so why don't you just do what we say?"

The young man began to stammer out another plea when something caught his attention. He looked past the behemoths before him and over to the entrance. The town sheriff came walking through the hole, looking around the interior curiously. Relieved as he was to see her, he couldn't help notice the lack of urgency in her stride, as though she didn't even notice the two bank robbers in front of her.

"T-Texas! Oh, thank god!" he called out happily.

All eyes turned to the weasel who froze in place. The confusion on her face was gradually replaced was a simmering rage as she looked over to the dog what spoke to her. She walked up to the counter, squeezing between her sisters as she glared into his eyes.

"You got somethin' to say, varmint?" she asked coldly. The canine teller blinked, a wave of anxiety washed over him.

"Aren't... you gonna do something, Texas...?" he asked quietly as his eyes darted up at Jesse and Jane.

June growled, her face contorting with anger as she leapt over the counter and tackled the unassuming man. Her sisters watched in a mixture of awe and unease as she beat the poor teller down. Her amnesia didn't at all extend to her fighting experience, that much was certain. By the time she was done, she had cartoonishly tied his limbs into a knot. The weasel wasn't quite done though, as she reached into his mouth and tugged at his tongue and wrapped it around his head like a cocoon.

"Anyone else think they're smart? Huh?!" she snapped as she looked over to the frightened customers. They didn't know what to make of what they had just seen. The righteous and incorruptible sheriff had brutally assaulted an innocent man. Not only that, but she seemed to be siding with two well known criminals! No one had the courage to speak up, as they didn't want to share the teller's fate.

"Damn, June... that was hardcore!" Jane laughed. Her praise seemed to calm the weasel down as she smiled and blushed.

"Aw, it weren't nothin. Ah ain't about to let some punk mouth off while we're workin!" she said proudly.

"Alright, ladies. Let's cut the chitchat and get that safe back home!" Jesse ordered. "We can crack it later"

With that, the trio went into the back and grabbed onto the safe. Jesse and Jane were more than strong enough to carry it but they found it more entertaining to watch their "big sister" struggle hoist it over her shoulders. Not wanting to disappoint her sibling, June managed to get as far as the front entrance before her legs gave out and the safe can crashing down on her with a loud *squish*! The pig sisters shared a laugh at her expense before picking up the safe and revealing her flattened form.

"Wow Big Sis, you don't look so good!" Jesse snickered as she peeled her body off of the ground like a sticker.

"N-nah... ah'm fine, sis..." the weasel squeaked.

"Don't worry, June. We'll take over from here. You can hitch a ride back here like you always do!"

June was confused to the meaning of her sister's words. What exactly did she mean by "hitching a ride?" Her flattened eyes widened as she was brought back to the back of Jesse's pants, which had been slightly parted from her immense rear. She could see the visible funk radiating from her sweat slick cheeks and it made her shudder.

"What's wrong, June? You love it when we cram you into our pants!" Jane exclaimed, barely able to contain her amusement.

June looked over at her in befuddlement. This was nothing short of absurd! There was NO WAY that she would enjoy something like this! Yet... she choose not to voice her concerns. These were her sisters, and she trusted them. If Jesse said that she enjoyed being pinned to her giant sweaty ass, that must've meant that it was truth. She closed her eyes as she was dropped into Jesse's pants, her world going dark as the waistband snapped back against her hip. Her nostrils burned at the intense musky odor but she tried her best to enjoy it like she apparently did prior to losing her memory.

While she struggled with the overwhelming stench of her new environment, Jesse and Jane happily sauntered out of the building with their ill gotten goods. Their plan was spotty and ill conceived, as they hadn't even used the bags they originally brought. It didn't matter though, as they had managed to get away with their prize in the end. Minutes after they had left, the onlookers within the bank remained there in a stunned silence. They all had the same question running through their minds:

What the hell just happened?