Dinner time with the family.

Sweat poured from June's brow as she slaved away over a hot stove. The state of their kitchen was abhorrent, with unwashed dishes stacked nearly to the ceiling, grease splattered all over the stove and sink, and old food crumbs littered about at random. She paid it very little mind however, as she was more concerned with getting her sister's food out in a timely manner. Their simple standards made her job considerably easier though. Meat, cheese, and refried beans. It couldn't get any simpler than that.

After twenty minutes of toil, the weasel was finished. Sitting on the tray in front of her was a giant pile of the greasiest, most overstuffed, most unappetizing looking burritos ever constructed. How she managed to pack so within them without having having the tortillas burst was anyone's guess. She winced as she looked them over, her stomach instinctively lurching just thinking about the damage they would cause her digestive tract. Her own tastes meant little though. If this was the type of food her sister's enjoyed, who was she to deny them?

"Jesse! Jane! Supper's ready!" she called as she wiped the grease off onto her jacket. It had already spent nearly an hour stewing in Jesse's sweaty backside, so a little more grime wouldn't make a difference.

"What're you hollarin for?! Bring it in here like you always do!" Jesse called back.

"Yeah! Like you always do!" Jane added with an amused snort.

June blinked and swallowed as she looked up at the imposing stack before her. She had prepared enough food to feed a small militia, so she couldn't imagine how much of a struggle carrying it would be. With a weary sigh she grabbed onto the edges of the tray and attempted to pick it up. As expected, she could barely lift it an inch.

"Ah can't move it! It's too dern heavy!" she shouted.

"Come on sis, hurry it up!" Jesse snapped in an annoyed tone. "We're starvin here!"

June had to bite back the urge to lash out at the inconsiderate pig. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. 'You're the big sister... you're spose to be taken care of them... that's what big sisters do...' She took a moment to stretch her back before turning to the trey once more.

"Hey Jesse" Jane began as the two sat slouched on the couch. When they weren't breaking the law, most of their time was spent eating and mindlessly staring at the talkies that would appear on their television screen. "What do ya think happened to Texas to make her act so loopy?"

"Beats me" Jesse answered with as she lazily picked her nose. "I heard that some folk'll lose their memory when they get clocked in the head real good"

"Really? Then how come she never acted like this before? As many times as we've wailed on her, you'd figure that one of our punches would've scrambled her brain at some point"

"I dunno. Maybe she went flappin her gums to the wrong person and they dropped an anvil on her head"

"Or a piano" Jane said with a smirk. The two laughed as they imagined the Texas being cartoonishly crushed beneath heavy objects. They heard the kitchen door creak open and looked over to see the weasel shuffling into the room slowly with the food tray on her shoulders. Their sister's eyes went wide and their mouths watered at the mountain of food delivered before them. They rubbed their hands eagerly as June slowly approached the couch, neither of them even taking a moment to help her as the began stuffing their faces. June's legs began to buckle beneath the weight of the tray and in her desperation, she looked to her sisters for assistance.

"H-hey... could ya'll maybe-"

She wasn't able to finish her sentence before her legs gave out and the tray came crashing down onto her. Her body vanished beneath it with a loud SPLAT, but neither of her sisters even noticed. Horrid as the burritos appear, they were perfectly suited for their palette. They sorted and moaned in delight as they wolfed them down one by one, leaving nothing but an empty tray after ten nonstop minutes of eating.

"Woo... I ain't been this stuffed in a long time..." Jane said as she sat back on the seat with her hands resting on her plump stomach.

"Yeah. Damned if that runt doesn't know howda cook" Jesse said before letting out a window rattling belch. "Where is she anyway? I thought she was gonna show us howda use those fancy looking papers"

"Didn't we see her carry them in here?" Jane asked.

They looked at each other before finally turning their attention to the empty tray before them and noticed the ponytail sticking out from beneath it. Jesse grunted as she used her foot turn it over, revealing the how disk shaped weasel. She and Jane snickered at their sister's misfortune before Jane reached down and peeled her flattened body off of the tray.

"You really need to start bulking up, June. You've got, like, no upper body strength" Jesse teased as she whipped the sheriff's body out like a towel. She pursed her lips, ready to inflate the weasel when her sister interjected.

"Hold up, Jesse. Remember, big sis is still tryin' to get her head together. We gotta remind her of how we normally do things~"

Jesse watch her sister in confusion as she snatched June up and stood to her feet. Jane offered no explanation as she pulled down her pants, exposing her massive sweaty cheeks. June's stomach turned as she drank in the familiar sight, though she couldn't help notice that, unlike Jesse, Jane was actually wearing underpants... though the state of them didn't make her feel any better. They were marred and torn, the white fabric being permanently stained from the years spent marinating in sweat. Jane tugged them down and buried the weasel's head flattened hear deep between her swampy asscheeks.

"Don't worry, sis! I'll have you back to normal in a jiffy!" Jane giggled. June's senses were thrown into disarray as her muzzle was pressed against the pig's twitching pucker. As bad as Jesse's butt was, Jane managed to beat her out by just a small margin. The worse was yet to come however, as she could hear the subtle rumbling coming from in front of her. Her eyes widened and soon she was being assaulted by a gale of noxious gas. The **** of Jane's fart was so strong that it **** the weasel's mouth open. The weasel's poor taste buds were subjected to the aftermath of her greasy cooking, her teary eyes nearly rolling in the back of her head from the rancid taste.

After what felt like an eternity, her head was yanked free from Jane's backside, her face now a light shade of green as gas seeped from her opened mouth. She had been so caught up in "enjoying" her sister's gas that she hadn't noticed the effect it had on her, as her body had been inflated back to normal.

"T-There you go! Good... good as new!" Jesse stammered, her hands grasped onto her mouth to try and keep from laughing.

"Yeah... thanks..." June said before letting out a cough, a wisp of gas escaping her lips as she tried to collect herself. "Did... ya'll enjoy the meal...?"

"Eh, it was alright" Jesse said with a shrug as she sat back picking her teeth with her pinky finger. "You've made better, honestly"

"Oh... sorry..." June muttered as she struggled to her feet. Her body creaked and groaned from the effort, having endured quite a bit of damage throughout the day. "Where's a bathroom? Ah think ah need a nice long bath to unwind..."

"Bathroom?" Jane repeated as she looked over at the exhausted weasel. "We ain't got a bathroom. There's an outhouse out back, but we don't do no baths"

"Yeah. What do we look like, a couple of snobs? Baths are for uptight city slickers!" Jesse added with a huff.

"We... don't take baths?" June asked, clearly disheartened. This didn't come too much as a surprise to her. Neither of her sisters gave the impression of people who cared much for personal hygiene. Did that also apply to her as well? She didn't carry the same nose burning stench as them and her clothes were much less unkempt in comparison. Although, they might not've been her clothes to begin with. They were just the clothes she chose to wear upon waking up in that strange bedroom. Come to think of it, why was she even there in the first place? Why wasn't she at home with her family?

As these questions swirled through her mind, she did the only thing she could think to do: she turned to her younger sisters.

"There's still a bunch ah don't know... can ya'll try to fill me in on what kinda person ah was?" she asked in an almost pleading manner.

Jesse and Jane passed a glance at one other.