Give her the gas!

From within the crushing mass of thick skunks came one sharp call.

"Let's gas her!"

The mass of girls giggled as they seemed to shift their bodies around faster, gyrating their furry hips against the slowly flattening weasel who at this point was somewhere between paper flat and stuck between the tits of a particularly chesty courtesan. Her vision was covered completely in fluffy breasts as she heard the muffled grunts and giggles as one after another, the girls began to lift their tails and let out heinous, bubbling farts. The stink mixed with the girl's sweat and started to stick to everything and everyone in the pile. Muffled moans came from some of the girls inside the dogpile as the skunks on the bottom were having as fun a time as any...certainly more than Texas was.

It went on for what felt like hours. In reality, between her own **** state, and the inability to see, hear or feel anything more than heavy, hot bodies and their foul stink, Texas was stuck in the pile of gals for ten minutes as the plants in the room curled up and dried from the growing cloud of filth. At times, Texas could feel hands find her against the background of fur and pull her out of her flattened state, only for another to bump in with her bouncy booty and unload fart after fart into the weasel's face. The piano in the room sat empty, as every skunk in the brothel joined in to have their chance to add onto Texas's torment. The numerous, foul blasts shook the very foundation of the brothel as the cloud of gas slowly wafted down about them all.

"Alright, let's see how she's handling it all!" Lucy had been watching from the bar with a look of pure elation. As the horde of skunks slowly unwound themselves from the pile, many mussed their hair, redid clothes, and wondered just where the weasel was. Confusion set in as the skunks looked to each other. Had Texas truly escaped in the crush?

As one girl turned, Lucy began to giggle. "Oh darling, she's stuck on you!" One of the girls stopped moving, and looked over her shoulder at her massive shelf booty, seeing the flattened weasel stuck to her backside like paper, plastered to her curves. The skunks giggled and cleared a bit of space around the girl as she posed and displayed the flattened sheriff before she started to spread her legs and bend down, grunting as she began to let out a long, powerful fart into the weasel's face, blowing her up like a balloon. First her face and snout inflated back to normal size as squeaks of gas shot out of her nose...until the other girls held them shut. After that came her midsection, and her limbs. As she hung limp from each foul blast punching in and stretching her body out, the weasel began to float in the air before the sheriff's snout was let loose, sending her shooting around the room until she fell with a splat on the velvet of a couch, face first.

"Mmmm, that was a good start. She's at least springy and spry enough to last an hour. Let's commemorate this..." Lucy strode towards the barely conscious sheriff, nodding to one of the girls, who produced a camera from a nearby closet. As the tripod was extended, Lucy gracefully sat down and lifted up Tex's gaze to meet hers.

"You thought you were able to be above us all, mmm, mon cherie? I think you'll join the rest of our clients..." With that, Madame Lucy held Texas's head to a girl's bared ass, as the camera went off with a flash. The crowd of skunks cackled as the camerawoman took photo after incriminating photo of the weasel with her face buried in the skunk's asses, getting blasted in the face, and otherwise used as furniture. This went on until each girl had her a chance to take a photo with the town's favorite Law-Weasel.

After that, Lucy returned to the bar with a giggle as she bade the girls to have fun with the sheriff. Each girl could take the weasel to a room, and subject her to their own "unique pleasure".