Georgia Sends Texas To Prison... In Her Pants

(Originally by Cheese111)

Georgia squeezed Texas again, relishing the delightful feeling the weasel gave as she slowly lost her form. But just crushing the former sheriff in her fist was far too merciful for the likes of Texas. She deserved worse, so much worse.

"A'right ya scrawny little varmint, it's time ya get put in yer place. As the sheriff I arrest ya for... äh'll think of something later. First of all, gimme that." Two fat fingers approached the former sheriff as the hand grasping her loosens. The finger that had her chest covered curls away, the approaching fingers daintily pinching the sheriff's star, trying to tear it off. Unfortunately Georgia's new giant stature wasn't very helpful here and she unintentionally pinched the tiny badge too hard. It crumpled up like a tin can.

"Darnit." The mare grumbled. She looked around and saw the blacksmith, shaking on his feet. "You. Make me a new sheriff's badge befitting my stature."

"Yes ma'am, right away ma'am." The rhino man said with fear in his every word. Georgia raised a smile, she could get used to this.

"Alright, that was a waste of time." She spoke harshly, returning her attention to the weasel in her hand. "It's time ah send ye to yer cell. But yer office is going to need some renovations, so ah'm just gonna have t' improvise." Both of them knew the mare had already made up her mind as to where she should 'imprison' the weasel.

Texas was held high above the mare's huge, rounded butt. With her free hand Georgia pulled the waistband on those immense pants back. The tight-fitting fabric strained, but her strength overcame it with ease. The weasel began to squirm as best she could, but it was useless. With a loud laugh Georgia let the former sheriff fall into the gap, feeling her slide in deep. She adjusted her pants to ensure there wasn't an inch of spare room for any weasel stowaways and blew a small fart. Immediately her little prisoner wiggled, putting a smile on her face. Her little prisoner was laid out right along her crack, the only place in her pants with even the slightest hint of space. But with every struggle she felt the weasel slip in a little deeper between her massive cheeks. Soon the former sheriff was completely enveloped by warm, smelly buttflesh. The mare couldn't be happier.

"Okay, we gotta settle some business, people." She spoke sternly to the townsfolk that had gathered to witness the giant in their midst.

"First of all, this office is far to small for a sheriff as great as me. I want you guys to think up a nice alternative. How's about a giant chair for me to sit in an' a big cover for th' sun. I'll let you lot stew on that one. This little dump though..." Georgia raised a foot and brought it down on the building's already-damaged facade. The wood splintered and the innards of the building were exposed for all to see. Several prisoners, still stuck in their cages looked up in horror. The deputies had long fled the scene. Georgia grew a content smile. Those cowards would've been fired anyways. The prisoners on the other hand required her more immediate attention.

"Right, ah suppose ah better deal with this straight away. I ain't got no time t' be babysittin criminals." She reached in, smashing through the reinforced door of a cell and retrieved the prisoner. With a stern gaze she looked down on him and spoke.

"What're you in for?"

"I robbed a man." The quivering thug said. The colossal mare discarded him like a piece of garbage as she muttered about Texas wasting her time. The robber slammed into the ground, got up and dusted himself off. He'd feel that one in the morning, but did he just seriously get set free? He decides not to question a thing and walks away with a slight limp. Georgia had already busted open the next cell and interrogated the man.

"Ah killed five people, sheriff. And ah'd do it again!"

"What?!" Georgia flared up, squeezing a pathetic whine out of the murderer. "Tha's five people that ain't gonna be able to work for me. Unacceptable!" She threw the man onto the ground and lifted her massive foot over him. The last thing the murderer saw was her rapidly approaching boot. She leant into it for no reason other than to display maximum viciousness in dealing with anyone that upsets her. Fearful murmurs buzzed among the townsfolk. The next few criminals were all booked for petty crimes and set free. The last one claimed to be innocent.

"Tha's cute. Now tell me what ye'r in for or I'm gonna make somethin' up meself."

"T... T... Tax fraud. But y' gotta believe me. Vivian's got me in here because I know about..." He was cut off by the mare squeezing the air from his lungs. She let his squished body flutter down in the sheriff's office and turned to face the crowd.

"This ol' office is now officially closed. Ah'll save y'all the trouble o' breakin it down." The mare simply let herself fall backwards, sitting down on the building. It couldn't handle the massive glutes for even a second and like a house of cards the sheriff's office came down on the fraudster along with Georgia's ass.

Texas was **** to listen to the horrid display outside. Her deputy had made a mockery of the fair justice she'd worked so hard to install. From now on Georgia's will would be law. The only silver lining she could imagine was Vivian now probably getting rightly terrified that the mare's delusions of grandeur would see her take up the mantle of mayor too. Not even all her thugs at once would stand a chance. It was a small joy inbetween the smelly farts and brutal clenches she endured.

The former sheriff was completely at Georgia's mercy. What plans does the mare have for Texas?