Jesse and Jane Have Their Fun (END)

“Well, lookee here,” Jesse drawled.

“Look what the cat dragged in.”

“But more like what the bear dragged in.”

“And didn’t really drag in, but sorta caught. And hipchecked. Repeatedly, while we all watched.”

The bandits paused, having confused themselves, but a shake of their head cleared away the muddle of thoughts and they were soon back on the subject at hand: the weasel in their grips.

“You been causing us trouble for a long time, Sheriff, and we’re about through with you.”

“And we know exactly what you deserve.”

Jesse didn’t leave much time for Texas’ mind to run wild with the horrid possibilities ahead, as the pig was already turning on the spot and tugging down her pants to moon the sheriff with her colossal rear end. Two gargantuan cheeks, thick slabs of wobbling meat, were unveiled to Texas and with the sight came the smell. The two pigs never smelled particularly present at the best of times, but with her pants down, the worst of the funk Jesse kept stored between her cheeks was unleashed and Texas had a front row seat.

“Make sure you get a good, long whiff of that, sheriff!” Jane cackled. She leant forward and clapped a hand against her sister’s fat ass, setting it into a terrible wobble. “That’s the smell of your future!”

With that, Jesse let the weight of her body disappear from her legs and crashed down on top of the sheriff with a mighty thump, ten times more powerful than the hips of that infernal bear.

Texas no longer had it in her to scream externally, so her mind was doing all the work as the weight of that awful boar bore down onto her already-deformed body. Jesse’s bounced her ass on the pile of weasel beneath her, smashing and crashing happily as if dancing along to a tune that only she could hear. By the time she was done, Texas was no more than a flat, shapeless blob on the floor, with only a panicked face looking upwards to tell that a sheriff had been there in the first place.

“Hmm, not bad,” Jesse commented with a tilt of her head. “But I reckon we could do a lil better!”

“How much better?” asked Jane.

“This much.” Jesse answered by hooking her thumbs around her waist and tugging down. Sweet mercy, Texas hadn’t even realised that Jesse had been wearing underwear. The panties that were suddenly plucked from the immense slabs of ass meat might well have seen better days, but they were far and away from what they were seeing now. Utterly sodden with sweat and grease and all kinds of unnameable filth, they looked less like panties and more like a prisoner finally freed from years of damnable ****.

“What do ya think, sheriff?” bawled the mocking bandit. “You jealous?”

As if to further emphasise just what Texas had to look forward to – or perhaps just out of instinct –, Jesse then grabbed her panties in both hands and twisted the ruined fabric in different directions. A year’s worth of sweat rained down onto the puddle of sheriff, the fetid shower splashing nastily over Texas’ flattened face. It splattered with a heavy thump, thicker than liquid had any right to be. The only worse noise was the little grunt of satisfaction Jane made next.

Not caring one bit for the juices Texas had been made to marinade in, Jane dropped down and grabbed the defeated sheriff, bunching her up and beginning the next step of her transformation. Texas wanted nothing more than to run, to scream, to fight, to do anything she could other than mumble wordless cries of despair. If she could have begged for mercy, she would have done there and then but there was nothing in her that was capable of it.

Yet as much as her bodies faculties had been shut down, her senses hadn’t. They were **** to endure it all, the greasy slimes of the sweat that had been wrung over her, every twist and knot that Jane was putting Texas through. In no time at all she yelled out a ta-da and held out her accomplishment.

“Sheriff-themed underwear!” Jesse cried with delight. And it was exactly as she’d described. Texas had been mercilessly malformed into the perfect shape of a pair of panties, complete with the holes to slip oneself through. Yet she still had her face, which was stretched out along the ass-end of the panties and facing outwards to stare at the world longingly when spread out across the pig’s fat asses.

Yet she would never be so lucky as to get even that mercy. Jesse snatched Texas from her sister’s hands without a thanks and tugged the sheriff up between her legs. The sheriff settled comfortably across her massive, porcine rump before the inevitable happened – every slight shift and motion only intensified the wedgies that Jesse lived with. Bit by bit, the outside world disappeared and Texas’ world closed off as the sheriff was swallowed by the bandit’s behemoth buttcheeks. Pinched deeper and deeper, she was lost in Jesse’s dank, moist asscrack.

It wasn’t as bad as Texas had expected. It was worse. And about to get far more so, as a distant rumbling told of something worse to come.

“Gotta baptise this new baby somehow!”

Jesse tensed, held herself, and strained.

PRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPPPPP!!!!

Hot and explosive, as forceful as train tearing from a tunnel, the fart scorched from Jesse’s ass and washed over the helpless Texas-cum-panties. With nowhere to go, Texas could do nothing other than to rest in this hellish chasm, breathing in the toxic fumes that lurked here. The stench was rancid, and the aftertaste it left in her mouth was even moreso!

“Hey now, you don’t wanna ruin those just yet,” Jane scolded. She smacked her sister’s ass again, even as the porcine bandit was hitching back up her pants. “I still want some of her left when we swap undies in a month or so!”