Georgia Keeps Growing Until She's Twice As Big As A House

(Originally by Cheese111)

With her shaky vision Georgia saw eye to eye with the houses, but the strange concoction wasn't done yet. She kept on growing, looking down on all the buildings in town. the town hall was a little taller than most buildings, but the mare outgrew it too. When she finally stopped the spirits rushing through her faded. It left her with a lingering headache, made worse by the harsh bright daylight. She covered her eyes and realized she heard laughter. Abra was laughing maniacally, gazing at her work.

Not even in her wildest dreams did the witchdoctor think her mixture would be this effective. She'd expected to just about grow the mare to the size of the smaller houses, but she stood towering over all of them. Her **** on Texas would be the stuff of legends. Though the cheetah normally prefers to stay away from the action, she can't help but feel immensely curious as to the things the huge mare is about to do. Before she can continue her train of thought she looks up to an imposing oversized gun barrel.

"Are you laughin at me?" Georgia huffed in a sinister tone.

"I be laughin at de face Texas is gonna make when she lays eyes upon her doom." Abra's answer seemed to please the giant mare, who holstered her gun and looked to the town. The sheriff was in there, clueless about the nightmare she was about to enter. Just before Georgia could turn and start her vengeance-fueled rampage the witchdoctor spoke up.

"Remember, tell that stupid weasel whose magics made you big. And do so before you kill her please." The horse woman smiled and nodded. As she set her first step towards the weasel the resounding boom surprised even the mare. She couldn't wait to put all that weight on the sheriff.

Texas was taking a well-deserved nap from her daily activities. The bandits were keeping quiet and she'd already gotten enough of a headache from this crazy woman claiming spirits talk to her. She already regretted not running that con artist out of town right away. There were so many more important things to worry about, she didn't need this on her plate as well. Suddenly the whole building shook as a loud thump was heard outside. The sheriff almost fell out of her chair, swearing under her breath and looking out onto the street. Most the townsfolk had stopped in their tracks or hurriedly tried to get out of the road. All were looking towards the sheriff's office, but up. Was someone on the roof? Some bandits might be trying to break their comrades out of the cells in the office. The weasel took no chances and busted out her old double-barrel. With a determined grimace she stepped out into the street and turned to see what the commotion was all about. Gripped by utter terror, the sheriff looked up wide-eyed at the towering mare.

"What in the world... ah don't recall drinkin anythin this potent..." She said in utter disbelief of the things her eyes were seeing. Georgia quickly snapped the sheriff to attention by stepping over her office. Even with her current size it was difficult and she almost made it. Unfortunatly she did smash a large hole in the building's facade. The enormous mare now stood looming over the sheriff. With a thundering voice she called out the weasel.

"Sheriff Texas Stanton, I hereby relieve you of your duties and promote myself to sheriff. You have been deemed to small and pathetic to govern the law in this town." The mare said with a big smile.

"You can't do that!" Texas yelled back. "The sheriff is elected by the townsfolk!"

"Well, why didn't you say so. I'm callin a vote. I'd like to nominate maself for the position of sheriff. Mah goal? It's simple, either you vote for me or I'll stomp you flat and sit on your house until it's nothin but firewood. Alright, quick show of hands. Who believes this puny weasel should be sheriff?" Barely a hand was raised. "Goody, now just to complete this formality, who votes for me?" Many fearful hands rose up, the mare basking in the moment.

"Well would ya look at that. It done look like there's a new sheriff in town. 's not like they had much choice. A vote for you is a waste as you'll be pushin' up daisies in a few minutes. Now if you'll excuse me..." Georgia reaches down to grab Texas' badge, the gleaming sheriff's star. The weasel isn't quite ready to part with her status as lawman in this town. She resists, drawing the mare's ire. The huge horse wasn't messing around though. Fat anthro fingers, each bigger than Texas, curled around the sheriff and squeezed. The shotgun in Texas' hands was crushed into scrapmetal and her revolver probably didn't fare much better. The sheriff cried out for help, but it was little use.

Georgia lifted her former employer up to her enormous muzzle. She looked the panicking weasel in the eye and smiled. She spoke softly as she shared the details of her little adventure with Abra. Soon it clicked and Texas knew she'd fucked up beyond all repair. She was going to have to endure a lot of giant horse-woman playtime.