...Decides to Hear the Sheriff out, Ignoring her Fantasies

"...hmmm... or maybe there's something else going on?"

"NN-hnnn! Nn-hnn!" The sheriff replied and tried nodding her head, making her body curl upwards and slacken, curl upwards and slacken with each of her nods before coming to a stop again.

After a few seconds of letting the sheriff hang in place a handful of feet from the floor, Cleo sighed and let go off Texas, whose flattened body folded onto itself as it landed. Texas' other panicking eye became visible as her flattened head landed on her left side as the hippo lady put on the parachute-sized panties she'd meant to put on originally, THUD, crea-THUD-creaaak... thud... then took to squeezing her body through the frame of the back door to pick up the chair and hat that had fallen there. Clunk. Creeeeaaakk... Crrrea-creak... Once done, Cleopatra sat on the floor next to the struggling, unwinding sheriff, her thick legs splayed out diagonally to either side of the crumpled mess of a weasel that was either trying to get herself more comfortable or escape. The obese, 2-story tall hippopotamus woman leaned forward and picked her up by her flattened leg, then whipped her wobbly arm outwards to whip the sheriff's compressed body into shape! Pop! Sheriff Texas' body was brought back to normal, her clothes and hair a mess but intact-- sans her hat, which was still hanging from Cleo's wrist-thick index finger.

Even though she was now back together, the toll the compression had exerted on her body left Texas winded, and so the law woman had collapsed onto her knees and elbows, catching her breath as the store owner loomed next to her. A light pat landed all across her head: a sensation Texas had to stop herself from jumping from by confirming it was just her own hat being placed atop her head.

"Well...?" Cleopatra asked, trying to get Texas to fumble in her lie to give herself an excuse to make this weasel's fine pelt part of her collection.

The weasel stood, still panting as she used her right hand to support herself on Cleo's thigh which was at hip height with her. "I'm... I'm sorry fer... fer havin' barged into ya like... like that Cleopat... Cleopatra but April's gone... gone missin' an'...!" The thick giantess shifted on her left side, rolling her thigh a bit away from Texas who almost tripped but caught herself, panting still as she bent over to place her hands onto her knees as she caught her breath. "What does that have to do with me, sheriff?" She'd give the law woman some time as her enormous arms curled to be held crossed in front of her bulging breasts, whose curved tops wobbled into view just above the ceiling of muscular forearm. Upon getting better, Texas resumed her conversation.

"...well, I was told ya'd know where Smiling Jacks is! Anabell said--!" "And what if I do know, Sheriff Texas? You mean for me to give you this information without anything to trade for it?" The hippo woman interrupted her.

Texas sighed in frustration, throwing her arms up in the air in frustration. "This again!? Why does er'yone hafta make a transaction outta giving me directions!?"

Cleo giggled. "Well, you are asking very important information... Very secretive, information. You see, Smiling Jacks has recently become aware of the pelt market, and she sells me new material to work with for my products." Texas tensed up. Her body had gone from standing idly to bending her knees, both hands shot out to either side of her as if ready to pounce. "What did ya say!?"

The giant, fat hippo shrugged and nodded. "Come now, sheriff...~! Surely you must know half the town indulges in these sorts of escapes: wearing living clothing, hiding people in their bodies in plain daylight... you must know not all of us see the world as you see it. We like to test our lust with our ever-adapting bodies without thought of how this may be u--" "**** and **** slavery?" Texas chimed in, frowning. The hippo giantess, who sitting was still taller than the standing sheriff, shrugged and stood up, much to Texas' panic. Cleopatra would suddenly lean forward, her enormous arms and tits shoving themselves forwards and downwards towards the weasel, who was **** to jump out of the way as the hippo stood up to her full height and left Texas looking up at her from just below the hippo's looming, low-hanging gut. Thud. Crea- Thud. Creeaaakk... Her heavy steps caused the wood under Texas' feet to visibly move her up and down as they shook from the strain of staying straight despite the titanic weight that hung over them.

"You have two choices Sheriff Texas: you can overlook the fact that I trade in living clothing from time to time and take down the main source of the kidnappings for good or you can make me your enemy by choosing to focus on my less-than-legal bits of trade. Your choice."