Georgia heads to bed.

Georgia huffed as she looked around the room for something productive to do. The thought of tidying up never crossed her mind, and she didn't feel like going out into town again, so she decided to head on to her room and get some shut eye. She had faith that her goons would come forth with information on the sheriff's whereabouts by the time she woke up, and if not, she could still have some fun punishing them for their failure. The couch beneath her groaned as she stood to her feet and stretched. As she walked down the hall to her room she gradually stripped out of her outfit, leaving them laying in the hallway with the rest of her untouched laundry. Texas had no idea what was happening until Georgia removed her top, drastically easing the pressure on her tiny body, though she still remained stuck as Georgia's breasts were large enough to to keep a firm hold on her even when parted.

Texas's world was suddenly jostled violently as her large captor fell back onto her bed, the ensuing impact causing her naked body to quake. Texas was sent tumbling from beneath Georgia's cleavage and onto the mare's massive gut. She swore under her breath and rubbed her head before freezing in place. She was freed from her entrapment but she was now in the open and completely exposed! She expected Georgia to immediately snatch her up and commence to brutalizing her, but she dismissed those fears as she heard snoring coming from above her. She tried looking up at Georgia's face but from where she sat, the mare's face was hidden by her huge naked breasts. Texas sighed in relief before taking a moment to scan her new environment. She had never been inside Georgia's home yet she wasn't the least bit surprised to see that it was an absolute sty. Piles of dirty laundry, as far as the eye could see. What really irked the sheriff was the assortment of firearms that had been left lying about randomly. Georgia's laziness even extended to her ability to maintain her work tools, it seemed.

"Ah gots to get outta here before this big galoot wakes up..." she muttered.

That was easier said than done. To the normal eye, Texas was simply standing atop a sleeping Georgia but from her point of view, she was standing in a field of fat and muscle. She had no idea where Georgia ended and the bed began, with the only landmark being the two mountains in front of her. She figured the wisest thing to do would be to head down southward, as she could use the end of the footboard to get down onto the ground. She wasn't too fond of that idea, given that it would require her tread past Georgia's crotch and lord only knew what would come of that if Georgia happened to feel her wandering around there. Even if she managed to get past that unmolested, she would still have to deal with Georgia's feet and she was **** to do so after hearing the mare comment on the stench of her boots.

There was another option available to her: simply walk to the side of the bed and risk the jump. No doubt there would be some clothes help cushion her fall. She didn't fancy that idea either as her stomach churned just thinking about the kind of smells she would endure. It seemed all of her choices would result in her being exposed to Georgia's bodily odors one way or the other. Still, beggars couldn't be choosers. The last thing she needed was for Georgia to wake and spot her, so it was time for the sheriff to stop thinking and start moving.