An XXXXL pair of panties (End)

The bunny woman sighed at Texas's refusal to move, her cheery demeanor having deteriorated as a result. She looked back (and up) at her with an unamused expression.

"I was hoping you wouldn't make this hard on me, but..."

"Huh? What're yah--AHH!!"

Texas's question was rudely interrupted as, quick as a flash, the bunny woman pulled out a strange contraption consisting of a metal cattle prod and a battery from the inside of her black apron, of which she jabbed the sheriff in the leg. The weasel's body convulsed in place as an electric current ran through her, marked by the wave of upturned fur that quickly rose up her body like an ocean's wave. Dazed and immobilized, Texas fell to the ground, her consciousness waning quick.

"Gah... Now I have to go through the trouble of carrying you..." Texas could barely hear from the bunny as her senses began to blur...

As she awoke, Texas groaned upon two very uncomfortable sensations. The first, was that she was lying on a cold metal surface. The second, was a rough and scratchy feeling that wrapped around her wrists and ankles. In fact, said feeling was keeping her hands and feet bound together. As her senses began to return to her, she realized that the feeling was the result of someone having tied a rope around her, with a knot tight enough that no amount of wiggling would loosen it up."What...is this?" She murmured, trying to focus her vision and get any idea of where she currently was. Although there were plenty of light fixtures all about the ceiling, the room was nonetheless quite dim. Whatever the purpose of the room, she could tell it was at least fairly large. Whatever long, uniform strokes of blurry gray Texas was seeing with her still-recovering vision appeared to reflect the lighting to some degree, allowing her to deduce there were some sort of raised, metal trails strewn about the room. "Where...am I?"

Whirrrrrrrrrr!!

The sudden startup of a machine-like sound startled Texas, who jolted in place. Accompanying the sound was both a sudden movement pulling Texas deeper into the room, and an inexplicable sense of dread that seemed to jog the recovery of her senses.

"I'm... I'm on a conveyer!" Texas realized as that cold, metal surface underneath dragged her forward... Wherever "forward" was.

Texas attempted to wiggle her way off the side the metal conveyer, but found her body still extremely sore from the electric shock she was dealt earlier. Her progress was so minimal, an inchworm would lap her several times over.

"Erk...! What's the point in binding me if I already can't move?!" She said, evidently frustrated by her excruciatingly slow progress. "Where's this thing takin' me?"

"Remember the three "M"s girls: Mash! Mold! Model!" A familiar voice up ahead spoke, earning Texas's attention. Turning her head to peer further down the line, she'd find six nearly identical bunny sisters, three on either side of the belt, watching as she was carried towards them. Once carried to the center of the group, the conveyer clicked to a stop. Texas, trying to hold a stoic front, peered around at six of them.

"U-Unbind me! Are all y'all compliant in this?! Whatever yer doing, if yah turn yerselves in--"

"MASH!" One of the bunnies commanded, interrupting Texas. Before the sheriff could so much as react, each bunny turned around in sync with each other, and Texas's view of their leather aprons was exchanged for a view of their rather rotund sets of cheeks, and then, the terrifying sight of every single one falling upon her.

Although individually each Bunbun sister was rather small, their rears were nonetheless large and weighty. Such attributes were thusly increased sixfold as they landed upon Texas at the same time. Due to the fact that she was **** to curl up a bit because of her bound wrists and ankles, no length of weasel sheriff escaped their combined impact.

SMASH!!!

"Hmphhmmphhmmmph!!" Texas cried out as her body was slammed and covered completely by bunny butt, three pairs resting ass-to-ass on the poor weasel, smothering her under their weight. They each seemed to find a groove upon whatever part of Texas they laid on, sinking down as their flesh settled upon her. And for a brief moment, they simply sat.

"Let's start together. Three, two, one...MASH!"

For a moment, each of their weights appeared to lift themselves off of Texas, who gasped for air immediately after being freed. Alas, such a respite was short lived, as the bunnies all fell back from their bounce onto Texas at the same time, slamming down upon her once more. The hard metal underneath did nothing to cushion the impact.

"MASH! MASH! MASH!" They cried in unison, repeating the process over and over. Left to endure the repeated intensities of their weight, Texas's body was **** to concede against her smaller assailants. Each bounce claimed more and more of her third dimension, slowly but surely merging her to the conveyer she laid on in short bursts, reducing her to putty. At a certain point, the sisters drifted completely off-sync in their mashing, but continued as such regardless. It didn't matter anymore, Texas's body had been tenderized enough that even a single bunny could easily make a butt-shaped indent into her.

"That's enough! She's ready for the next phase." The same bunny from before said, prompting the others to finally stand back up, and turn to admire their handiwork. Between them, lying splattered on the conveyer they had just been bouncing on, was what was best described as a brown stain with a shape that somewhat resembled a particular weasel woman. Even the rope that had bound her had been utterly squished flat. Her shocked eyes peered around, seemingly displaying immense worry on whether her ordeal was truly over or not. The sisters all smiled and waved as the conveyer clicked back to life, and the attached splatter was moved further down the line.

Upon stopping at her next destination, Texas's eyes widened at the three bunnies that awaited her.

"Why do we got to be on mold duty? Mash is so much more fun." One of them complained, seemingly not paying too much about Texas herself.

"It's our turn, Tina. Someone has to do it. Plus, this can be fun it its own right." Another responded, before performing a quick hop and plopping straight on Texas's pancaked face.

SQELCH!

Resting her ass heavily upon Texas, the bunny then twisted her hips left... Then right... Then left... Then right... Smearing Texas's head like a brush through wet paint. The torment would only get worse as the other two hopped in...

SQELCH! SQELCH!

With each twist and turn, Texas found her body becoming more plastered into the bunny's cheeks than the conveyer below her. Of course, with only three sisters, they weren't able to cover her completely, and much of her remained stuck to the belt. This would soon change, however, as the bunnies planted their rears harder against the ground, and scoooched themselves inwards towards Texas's center of mass (what little of that remained, anyway). Such a maneuver peeled the edges of Texas off the belt, instead wrapping flattened portions of her limbs around the curvature of their round cheeks. By the time they finally stood up, Texas had been creased in many directions, the sides of her propping up and curving inward.

"We're finished! Next phase!" One of them called out, and the conveyer was activated once more.

Texas was all but crying...internally at least...from the crushing she had received. Her body was rendered utterly flat and useless, and it would take a professional to sculpt her back into her normal shape. Fortunately, she was approaching someone who could. Unfortunately, that person had other plans...

They conveyer finally stopped at the end of the line, down to a singular bunny, who looked down at her and smirked.

"I still need to thank you, Sheriff Texas. Even if you **** me to have to carry you here, I forgive you. You're making us soooo much money, you don't even know!" She chuckled, before taking a hold of the creased-up portions of the weasel's paper-thin body, and peeling it off of the belt. Texas could only stare back with wide, worried eyes. "Now, let's fulfill that order..."

Ring!

The bell rang as the entrance door to Pressing Matters was forcefully swung open, and in walked an extremely imposing kangaroo woman...once she finally squeezed through the doorway, that was.

"Ah, Roxxie Roo! Welcome!" The bunny at the counter greeted. "I am happy to report that we have your order ready for pickup!"

"Oh, really?" Roxxie grinned in response, taking monstrous step after step towards the counter. "Show her to me."

"Of course!" The bunny answered, unfazed by the sheer difference in size. Reaching under the counter, she pulled out what first appeared to be a folded, brown blanket. "One XXXXL pair of panties, made out of 100% Sheriff Texas!" she smiled.

The kangaroo grabbed the folded item after it was set on the counter. With it, she held it up, and allowed it to unfold over itself...revealing the defeated face of her rival. Roxxie gave the face staring back at her an arrogant smirk, before tossing a large and hefty sack of money onto the counter. The bunny eagerly pulled it aside, retaining a wide smile as she opened it up.

"What a deal, wouldn't you say, Tex? While you were being prepared, I got to rob a bank without any trouble to pay for you. Unfortunately I must have messed up the order. XXXXL is a few sizes too small, but oh well." Roxxie shrugged, before bringing the pantified Texas below her and stepping into the leg holes that formed from the weasel's arms and legs as they wrapped around to the equally flattened binding that held her in shape. Texas's was immediately wedged deep between Roxxie's cheeks, and stretched out just below the point where she'd tear.

"Thank you for doing business with us!" The bunny said with dollar sign eyes, still focusing on all of the money in the bag.

"No, thank you!" Roxxie laughed, ass wobbling slightly with her movements, further crushing the Texas wedgie she currently wore. "I might put in another commission sometime soon, and get a certain deputy to spice up my wardrobe. But for now, I'll just wear out the one I have now."

With that, Roxxie turned to leave, rival splayed across her mighty cheeks. Poor Texas was from then on a prisoner of the kangaroo's wardrobe, **** to endure the might of her ass, and everything about it...