Inside One of the Stuffed Laundry Carts (END)

Texas winced as she looked down at the stuffed laundry cart before her. There were five of them lined up to be chucked in and this one was right at the back, and the least full. The stink radiating off of it was a visible haze of nauseating nastiness, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She pinched her nostrils and leapt over the side, plunging into the cart with a nasty *sqllrrppttt* from the sweat soaked sheets and stained underwear dragging against her fur. Still she avoided the eyes of Copperbutt as the mare turned around from the cleaning vat. "Ugh, ah've had enough of this shit," she grumbled, stretching out her back. "But it'll all be worth it when we blow this joint and ah leave that weasel to suffer," she grumbled. Texas's ears pricked up at her words. It looked like Copperbutt was involved in this plot, though the question was how? Surely she'd reveal more.

The huge mare wiped her arm against her brow and looked back at the various carts with a frown. "Consarnit! Why are they all so full? Ah can't be asked to do any more of these," she grumbled. "Maybe ah'll just do an easy one," she reasoned. "Then ah can grab some of that slop they call food and see if I can find mah new ass floss in the yard, that darn weasel," Copperbutt declared with a grin, letting the smile sustain her as she stepped over to the carts. The copper mare looked in the first cart and shook her head. "Nah..." Texas swallowed from her hiding place in the fifth and final cart, hearing the plodding of Copperbutt's boots as the weasel ducked down beneath the fabric. Beneath the sordid sheets the stink only got worse. It was hard to breathe as the air was filled with the musky stench of a hundred girl's body odours and stale farts. What oxygen was in the air came with an **** on her nostrils as she gasped on every breath.

"Not this one either. Ah ain't cleaning up after Sally Sludgeripper," Copperbutt said with a gag, stepping past the second card and to the third. "This one's gotta be the fullest and ah ain't got time for it..." she commented as she moved straight on to the fourth. There she paused. "Hmm, this one ain't so bad." Texas let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding, feeling relief that Copperbutt seemed ready to pick the fourth cart and leave hers alone. She subconsciously leant back and the cart squeaked as it rolled slightly on its wheels. "Huh?" Copperbutt called out as she looked on to the fifth. "Must've nudged it. Hmm, but this one seems even better!" she declared.

Texas felt her heart thumping harder and faster as Copperbutt shoved the cart towards the tub. She needed to ambush Copperbutt before she tipped her up! Texas started wiggling, trying to push upwards, but the soiled laundry was heavier than she expected. It pushed back against her, seeming to almost form into a layer of stinking fabric that she had to claw her way out of. She pushed through it muzzle first, bursting up from the depths, a pair of utterly massive and stained panties with the name 'QUEENIE' stencilled across the inside sticking to her face and making her gag and gasp. "Stop right there, ya varmint!" Texas called out, pointing in one direction. She quickly lifted her hand to prise the panties off her face, to see the tub of water below.

"Just in time to take a dive, Sheriff!" Copperbutt declared behind her, and Texas squealed as she was upended, the cart full of clothing dropping down to splat into the bottom of the tub of soiled water. The stench only magnified as Texas was buried in an avalanche of stinking clothing. "Ya always told me to clean up mah act, but looks like ah'm goin' ta be cleanin' up yours!"

Texas wiggled and squirmed amongst the heaps of clothing, shoving aside socks and panties, squeezing past bedsheets and prison uniforms. She pushed her head clear once more, muzzle striking out as she gasped and gagged for cleaner air. Only for everything to darken. "Huh?" she called out before looking upwards and seeing Copperbutt's bare infamous enormous ass was planted across the top of the vat. "D-don't you dare!" Texas called out, which just earned a cackling laugh from Copperbutt.

"Oh, ah dare, Sheriff!" Copperbutt replied, lifting her leg and letting loose a cheek clapping *PPPRRROOORRRPPRROORRBBBRRROOOTTTT* as her ass unloaded with a massive explosion of utterly rotten stench. Copperbutt's ass gas was utterly rancid before prison, and it ended up eating the slop they served here hadn't made it any better. Her cheeks clapped, rippling with the **** of the foul wind pumping out of her ass and completely flooding the inside of the vat with a noxious tidal wave of atrocious green stench. Even with her ass planted on top, wisps of green stink rose up around her ass, forming into the shapes of miniature skulls to show just how much her gas absolutely reeked. "Oof, been saving that one since ya put me in the can. Hoping ah'd get to do the same to ya!" Copperbutt declared with another laugh.

The air was distinctly fouler after Skyheart's fumigating fart... and it wasn't the only one. Copperbutt wasn't the sort to only rip ass once. The beefy booty blast was the unpopping of a cork to unleash the fart storm she'd had all bottled up. "Hoooooweee, haven't felt this good since the day you threw me in here!" Copperbutt groaned in delight, her tongue sticking out of her mouth as she huffed with every utterly rank eruption that came pounding from her ass. Cheeks quivered and wobbled as toot led into brassy blast led into long, thick sputtering booty eruption. Fart after fart pounded out as Copperbutt huffed and groaned.

For Texas it was utter hell. As bad as that soiled fabric was, it was nothing on the **** haze that was now completely filling the vat. She managed to crawl out of the mass of clothing and push up to her knees, but she was too late. Her hands shoved into sweaty copper butt fat but it wouldn't shift an inch, meanwhile every hot and heavy fart was only making the smoggy pressure cooker flood with even more bowl stench. The reek of rotten meat, expired chilli and some sort of homemade moonshine was strong enough to have Texas's cheeks turning green, her eyes watering as she pushed and shoved.

"Oooh, that you down there, Sheriff? Here, enjoy one fresh from the tailpipe!" Copperbutt called down, laughing as she tensed her body, then relaxed as a thick, rank *BBBBBRRRLLLRRRPPPRRROORRRBBBRRRTTTT* pumped from her cheeks and straight into Texas's face. The weasel's hair blew back, the booty blast like a punch to the face. Her eyes spun as she coughed out a green cloud and then fell back with a muted flump. "What a lightweight!" Copperbutt cackled, biting her lip before unleashing another *FFFFFRRRRRAAAAPPRRRAABBRRLLTTTTTT* straight into the vat. With a sigh, the mare leapt off onto her feet. A mushroom cloud of pure awful gas wafted upwards, the vile green stench flooding out of the vat like it was a bubbling cauldron of nauseating nastiness. Copperbutt peered back in, watching through the slowly thinning gas cloud until it revealed the twitching form of Sheriff Texas near enough frothing at the mouth as green stinklines wafted off of her. "Looks like ya enjoyed your blow dryin', huh, Sheriff?"

Texas twitched weakly, even as Copperbutt reached in, a meaty hand grabbing her by the back of her jacket. She was lifted up into the air and out of the reeking vat, abandoning the washing. She groaned weakly, her spinning golden eyes slowly stilling, fixing on the grinning face of Copperbutt. "Don't worry, Sheriff, ah know ya lovin' mah fumes, so how about we get you in a form where you can hang out with mah ass all day every day," Copperbutt declared. Texas's eyes widened, her brain fighting the fumigating fart fog in her head to work out she needed to get out of Copperbutt's grip right now! She wiggled as hard as she could, but it was already too late. She felt her boots pushing against something and then she saw Copperbutt's hand gripping a lever. *HISS* The automated clothing roller chugged to life, steam gushing out the side and Texas felt the rollers pinching her toes, and then the rest of her feet!

*SSQQUUIISSSHHH* Texas squealed and wiggled, trying to fight her way out of Copperbutt's grip as she felt her body squashing flat, being squeezed out as she was literally being fed into the wringer. "S-stop! Stop it, please! Ah don't deserve this!" she cried out, only earning another excited laugh from Copperbutt.

"Oh you're reapin' what ya sow, Sheriff! Ah can't wait to feel ya huggin' mah oversized hips. A life of enforcing the law and in the end it's the law that sent you here... to be destroyed by me!" Copperbutt declared eagerly as her meaty arms shoved Texas downwards, helping to feed her into the whirring roller. Texas watched in horror as her flattened feet whizzed out the other end onto an attached conveyor that cranked across. She watched her thick thighs being pancaked between the rollers, the two steel cylinders spinning and whizzing, squashing anything that went in and leaving a flattened sheet of a Sheriff rolling out the other side.

"G-get offa me! Ah gotta get back to Gold Springs! Ah gotta protect mah town!" Texas cried out, wiggling and squirming as she couldn't pull her eyes away from the sight of her curvy cheeks being pulled into the uncompromising rollers. Her hefty hips were being reduced to two dimensions. She felt her squishy rump smooshing between the steel, being pressed inwards and crushed with an audible *SQUISH*. As the thickness was smooshed out it had her butt widening horizontally, spreading out like the balls of dough that made out her cheeks were being rolled out under a pin.

Copperbutt turned Texas's head and rammed it into one of her armpits for a second, overwhelming the thrashing Sheriff with the stank of her body odour as Copperbutt sighed. "Oh you going to feel so good all flattened up, Sheriff. Ah already can't wait to feel you huggin' mah ass, where ya always belonged!" Copperbutt cackled. Texas gasped and choked in armpit as her mid section was squashed out. Her puffy chest pillows bulged outwards at the top as the bottom halves flattened, only for the top halves to follow, riding between the two rollers as *SSSQQQLLRRSSSHHH* her meaty mammaries were pressed into dinner plates, wide enough to eat a meal off and thin enough to stack.

Texas's arms were still lifted up and struggling, her muzzle pulling free of Copperbutt's pits so she could **** and gasp, and watch as her shoulders slipped in between the rollers. "No! NO! NOOO!" she screamed before *SSSPPPLLAAATTTT* Her head vanished between the rollers. Her muzzle was rammed into her face, her mouth squashed open, tongue to the side. Even as her flattened face slipped out the other side her twitching fingers were still following her until every inch of the Sheriff had been crushed completely flat, squashed into a smooshed sheet of weasel fur fabric. She looked like she'd been run over by a boulder, her body entirely flat and spread wider, her hands above her squashed head as her golden eyes shifted from side-to-side in fear and a muted muffle of a whimper escaped her lips.

"Lookin' real pliable there, Sheriff! Knew you were a flat foot, but now so's the rest of ya!" Copperbutt declared with a cackling laugh. She walked around to the conveyor, snagging the Texas sheet up before she was dropped into the completed laundry cart. "Nice and soft, there's only one place for real weasel fur," the mare declared. She'd kicked off her pants earlier to plant her bare ass on top of the vat and she was still bottomless as she snagged Texas up. Heavy hands squeezed and squashed, scrunching up the flattened Sheriff between her meaty mitts. "If ah'd known crushing you was so easy, ah'd have done it an age ago!" Copperbutt was laughing as with each *squish* and *smoosh* she was mashing up the sheriff, reshaping her from a crushed weasel into something more... fitting.

Texas's world was mashing, squeezing, sweaty hands. The crushing digits and squashing palms treating her like a ball of plasticine needing shaping and then she was suddenly released. She hit the ground with a fabric *flump*. Her eyes spun as she let out a muted groan. Then her vision filled with foul foot. For a second she thought she was about to be stomped, but the slick sole stamped into a space within her. And the same on the other side? Wait... Texas's fabric eyes shot wide as she put two and two together. She'd been turned into a pair of panties, with her shocked face on the inner seat! Two hands snatched the sides of her, lifting them up and getting ready to hoist her up. "Ahhh, ready to see your new home, Sheriff? Ain't nobody going to be rescuin' ya from where yer endin' up!" Copperbutt declared eagerly. Texas couldn't even manage a scream as she was dragged upwards.

Tree trunk like legs slipped inside the inner circles of the fabric. Sweat stuck and clung to Texas's fur as she slipped past thick thighs and up to those huge hammy hips. Already Texas was being stretched and strained, her fabric form threatening to tear as she was **** to wrap around the enormous mass of Copperbutt's copper butt. The huge backside barely crammed into the tight fabric, sweat soaking through into the thin cloth as Texas felt herself saturating in the musky stench of ass sweat. She was pulled to the limit, and then *SNAP* Copperbutt released and Texas's face rammed right into the deep abyss of her ass crack with a wet *SPRLCH* "Ahhh, sounds like someone's reached their new and permanent home. Welcome, Tex-ass!" Copperbutt called back, cackling at her bad joke before unleashing a reeking *PPPRRRBBRRLRRRPTTTT* right in Texas's sobbing face.

Copperbutt would spend the rest of her shift messing with her new panties,. Reaching back she'd grip the edges with both hands and tug, stretching and straining them, then letting them snap back in deeper than ever before. The muffled sobs in the depths of her ass crack were addictive, and they always kicked up a notch when she lifted her leg and let loose a stream of bubbly gas straight into them. Texas was utterly soaked in sweat and marinated in farts by the time Copperbutt was done, the mare panting as she slipped back into her stripy pants. "Phew, thanks for th' fun, Tex! Ah'll be sure to mess with ya again in a bit, after all time to refuel the tank with more gas," she declared, cackling a laugh as she walked back towards the service corridor. Texas's muffled sobs were lost in the depths of the fat, rank ass that she was wedged into, where they would be forever more!

Copperbutt cackled as she saw April rushing after her. The fox sprinted after the overweight mare, yelling at her to stop and hand herself in. She had no idea how Copperbutt had escaped jail, but Copperbutt knew she couldn't let poor April never see her Sheriff again. Copperbutt turned a corner, then pulled down her pants, exposing her underwear. She was wearing them inside-out today, to let Texas's strained, hole ridden and reeking face be exposed. Her shocked golden eyes would get to see April as her former deputy turned the corner. She'd see the absolute horror on the fox's face, the cry of despair, and she'd try to scream a warning but her fabric mouth was too worn to move. She could only watch as Copperbutt slammed her ass back, dropping the Texas panty clad ass of hers right on top of April and crushing her flat. By the end of the day, Copperbutt would have a new addition to her wardrobe...

With Copperbutt's escape she'd be free to roam the West once more, and with Texas and her deputy cladding her fat ass as a pair of double underwear she was poised to take over! Texas and April would both suffer an unending hell of fat Copper mountains pressing and squeezing them. Of ass sweat soaking them constantly and explosions of gas pumping through their pantified forms. Texas had chosen the wrong hiding place and that sigh of relief earlier had spelled an eternally smell doom for her and her best friend.