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Chapter 7 by texasweasel130 texasweasel130

Decisions, Decisions...

Get some Food First!

The big cow smiled as her belly growls. "Welp, looks like we're getting food first, tex!" She said. As Texas screams muffledly in terror on Annabelle's ass, the cow just laughs and walks up to the line with the weasel stuck on her butt.

It took a few minutes of every inmate to get their food, now it was finally Annabelle's turn. The server placed 5 pounds of chili onto the cow's plate.

"Thank you, ma'am." Annabelle said, smiling. Before she left, however, she then got a wicked idea. "May you add 15 more pounds of chili on my plate please?" She asked with a smirk on her face. The weasel heard what the cow said and was screaming in fear, but her screams were muffled by the big stinky cow's ass.

"Of course, Anna~" The server said, placing 15 more pounds of chili onto her plate. "Here you go~"

"Thanks." Annabelle said, leaving the line and heading towards the aluminium tables and benches. Once she found the right table, she sat down on it, sitting on the poor weasel's face in the process.

"Mmmmm~ I can't wait to eat 20 pounds of this chili, Tex~" She teased, wiggling her ass.

"MMMMmmmfffffppppp" Texas muffled.

"What's that? You're hungry?" She 'asked'. "Don't worry, you'll eat my chili farts after I finished every pound of chili on my plate." She started to pick up the first pound of chili with her hands. "Should I get this, Tex?" She asked, tormenting the poor weasel who was still muffling under her ass since she was in her pants.

Will Annabelle start eating?

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