Annabelle (End)

Bra and Panties trembled in fear as Annabelle leered down at them with malicious glee. Upon catching word of their predicament, the towering bovine dropped everything she was doing and made a b-line for Cleo's shop. Every bandit, thug, and crook would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on the pair, so she had to get a head start. Bra and Panties watched as she strolled into the store, the both of them praying in vain that she would simply walk past them. Cleo welcomed her with a friendly smile as she leaned against the counter.

"Well well, if it isn't Miss Williams! Finally taking time out of your busy schedule to peruse my wares?" she asked playfully.

"Of course. I wasn't gonna miss out on a deal like this!" Annabelle chuckled as she hastily snatched snatched Bra and Panties off of the display. She rubbed their velvety bodies between her fingers, grinning as Panties let out a pleasured moan. The former sheriff was mortified but couldn't help herself. Her new form left her feeling extra sensitive, her crotch being spread out along the front of her body. When she felt Annabelle's thumb rubbing along her front, a wave of euphoria shot through her, much to her embarrassment. "Alright, I'll take em!"

"You have a good eye for quality, I see!" Cleo giggled before gesturing to the accessories that Annabelle seemed to have glossed over. "Care to get the rest of the ensemble?"

"Nah. I'm a simple gal, I don't need to accessorize" Annabelle joked. "Besides, it's only fair that I leave something for the others. They're already gonna be sour with me for coming in early and snatching up the best parts"

The eager bovine didn't even bother to have the pair bagged as she dropped a sack of gold coins onto the counter and exited the store. She walked back to place of business, The Crushed Weasel, and entered through the back entrance. She didn't feel like dealing with rowdy patrons asking questions about her purchase. As she stepped into her room, she tore her dress off and tossed it aside. Bra and Panties shivered as they looked up at her plump naked body, the reality of their situation really hitting them at that moment. Bra in particular shook in fear at Annabelle's imposingly large breasts and the notion that it was now her job to keep them contained.

"That's right ladies. Take a good long look, because you're about to get real acquainted with this body~" Annabelle cooed condescendingly. She started with Panties, lowering her onto the ground and pressing her hooves into the loops. Panties's eyes widened as she was **** to drink in the sight of Annabelle's enormous rear, the cow's sweat trickling down onto her flattened face.

"Pease dun't do dis!" the former sheriff pleaded as her body began to rise up Annabelle's legs, that giant ass drawing ever closer. "Ah'll due anythin! Ah-"

Panties words were silenced by hundreds of pounds of butt flesh, her eyes nearly rolling back in her head as she was still somehow able to smell. Annabelle was notorious for having the one of the muskiest backside in all of Gold Springs. Just standing behind her was enough to make someone's eyes water, something that the former sheriff could attest to personally. That was nothing compared to being **** against it. The stench seemed to seep directly into her brain, putting her in a daze as she was **** to breath it in.

The agony she endured was contrasted by a weird sense of euphoria, as her front was mashed against Annabelle's crotch, giving her constant stimulation. This was a hell unlike anything she'd experienced before, her mind grappling with the pain and pleasure she was feeling. While she was suffering from sensory overload, her new owner was looking herself over in a full length mirror, an amused grin on her face as she saw the weasel's blushing face spread along her ass.

"Ooh, you're enjoying this, aintcha? Let's see if I can't make this better for ya~"

Panties barely picked up on her words, her mind still stuck in a daze. A slight rumbling brought her back to reality, panic washing over her as she realized what was about to happen. She wanted to beg for mercy, but her words were muffled by the cow's musky cheeks.

BLAAARP!

A thunderous fart ripped through the room, the **** of it almost causing Panties to balloon out before seeping through the seams of her body. While this was happening, Annabelle had begun patting her crotch, stimulating both her and the helpless garment. The constant pounding to Panties's privates drove her over the edge, her eyes rolling back as a wet spot formed at her front. Annabelle felt the sudden dampness between her legs and couldn't help laugh.

"Texas, you dirty dog!= I thought folks couldn't stand the smell of my farts but here you are getting off to them!" she taunted. "If you had only told me that you were into that, I would've been more than happy to lend you a hand!"

Panties could only moan in response, her brain unable to conjure any retorts as the moment. While she stewed in Annabelle's gas, her owner looked over to Bra and smile. The former deputy pleaded as best as she could, hoping beyond hope that she could reach a small nugget of compassion within the buxom bovine, but it was all for naught. Her eyes widened as her cups were soon filled by an ungodly amount of boob flesh, her face being stretched out as she struggled to contain it all. Even after being made to accommodate larger women, she still strained against Annabelle's awesome bust. Her owner cared little about her suffering as she turned to look herself over in the mirror.

"Eh, you're a little tight but you'll stretch out over time" Annabelle said nonchalantly. Bra and Panties's world went dark as Annabelle slipped her dress back on and stepped out of the room. As much as she wanted to spend time tormenting the two, she still had a job to do.

Panties could barely contain her excitement. It was almost time! She and Bra sat in the dark recesses of Annabelle's dresser drawer anticipating the moment that their owner would wake up and retrieve them for the day. The darkness was pierced by daylight as the drawer slid open, Annabelle's groggy face staring down at them disinterestedly. Panties swooned at the sight of the bovine while her friend just sat in silence. Their response didn't really matter. They were just clothes, after all.

Annabelle slipped them on, ignoring the delighted moans coming from Panties as she was once against acquainted with her musky rear. A year had passed since she had claimed ownership of the two and much had changed. The constant stream of mind-eroding gas had destroyed the former sheriff's brain in an unexpected way. While the stench ate away at her sanity, she would still feel immense pleasure from having her crotch pressed against Annabelle's at all times. This had an almost Pavlovian effect on Panties, as she started associating Annabelle's noxious fumes with pleasure and eventually she would find herself climaxing whenever her owner let loose a fart.

Slowly but surely, she would grow to love and worship Annabelle, her heart soaring any time she was pressed against her ass. The former deputy didn't quite share her enthusiasm. The strain of holding Annabelle's boobs never got any easier for her, her body screaming in agony every time she was stretched along them. She had held out hope that something would happen, that some miracle would happen and they would be saved, but that hope died a slow **** as she watched Pantie's slow descent to madness. Bra was left utterly broken and downtrodden, submitting herself to whatever her owner demanded of her.

Gold Springs didn't fare much better in their absence. With them out of the way, Vivian was able to turn the town into a haven for scoundrels, her personal wealth tripling as she dipped her finger into every shady business that came her way. She appointed Georgia as sheriff, who ruthlessly carried out her orders while taking kickbacks on the side. All of Texas's hard work was undone, and the sheriff's legacy was buried beneath Gold Spring's newfound infamy. That and a metric ton of sweaty swampy cow ass.