Makes Texas into Part of a Bra, Of Course! (End)

The hippo woman giggled and, despite her blushing, confidently called her idea and surmised what she could do to spell the sheriff's doom for her. "So... I am guessing you came here alone, sheriff? You came here to spy on big Cleo's body, hmmm...~? You were watching through the small window of the back door and then you got clapped by my backdoor...~? Hehehe~!" "Nnn-nnn! Nnn-nnn...!" Texas' wide-open eye grew a concerned look as it pleaded with Cleo, while her flattened throat tried its best to enunciate disapproval! Cleo didn't seem to believe her, however. "Oh, sureeee~ And why should I believe you...? Hehehee~!" And then, even as the sheriff continued trying to convince the woman to stop, the enormous, person-sized arm swung upwards then downwards in a quick whipping motion. "...n-nn-HHHHHOH-HOH... HOH...!" Fruph! FRUPh...! Fruph! The sound of the sheriff's body unfurling outwards sounded off into the backroom as the wind caught in her semi-open, drooling mouth and pushed her body open from the inside-out. The weasel, being carried by her nose, felt a pinch of pain as she was pulled this way through the air and **** into a blimpish version of herself, her body suddenly bwoumphing outwards into a figure reminiscent of fatness. It was taut bloatedness, making it look like her body had undergone deep swelling allergies of some sort, while also her mouth was **** wiiiide open into a huffing, yawning 'O' that persisted as she was guided through the air by the nose.

She looked like what a modern inflatable Christmas decoration version of Texas would look like, yawning mouth and all. She was being tossed in the air with one arm, while the fat hippo woman's free hand moved suspiciously to her top.

The hippo woman whipped the blimped sheriff up and down a few dozen times, displaying the strength with which she could easily swing the weasel whose ****-open, yawning mouth had her complaining about the pain by gasping in hollow "Hoh-hoh-h--...! Hoh-hohh...! ...!" It seemed like it was getting hard for the sheriff to even vocalize anything as she was waved around like an open bag. Her bloated, light-as-air limbs were **** to follow and wobble along as her yellow eyes darted about as if still trying to find a way out of her predicament! It was then that, with one last whip upwards and aiming the sheriff's nose to where the underside of her now naked tit met her upper belly, Cleo'd slide the sheriff's open mouth around the tit while Texas' bloated, wob-wob-wobbling belly and boobs were facing away from her own. "HOM-phtbpbt...!" The hollow space inside Texas' bloated body was replaced with a boulder-sized breast that scissor her already wide mouth wider around the circumference of the flabby, jig-jig-jiggly mound of soft meat that was she was being stretched around on like a tit hammock! It **** the air to slide out between the hem of her lips, out the sides of the tit's flab as it was dug deeper into the weasel.

Her body was turned upside-down, Texas' eyes stuck facing blackness in the space between heavy tit and chest. Texas' jacket and shirt, which had ridden up her bloated belly and acted as a tight tank top around her tits and upper torso, was now tearing along the middle as her body was **** to contort to the oblong, tear-shaped meatbag that was pushing its way out from inside! "Phhhbptbtbtbphbt...! Phhbtbtb...! Phbphbt...!" Texas's lips farted for her with each of the two-story woman's tugs. Rrrip.. RrrrRRRIIIP...! Whatever recognizable clothes that the sheriff used to wear were now torn and discarded as the brown-yellow weasel was **** to **** on more boob, her pants and panties splitting at the seat, sliding off her kicking legs and falling to the floor before the hippo gave another tug! Texas' legs were **** open into a bow-legged position as the tit slid past Texas' belly, proceeding to bloat out her crotch and ass. She was now completely stuffed with fat tit, the thick nipple poking inside her pussy, her mouth going quiet once it had been fully stretched around and no more air bubbles remained inside. Now all that Cleo would feel were a series of tickling vibrations where the naked, bloated sheriff's throat was stretched across the top of that warm, dark breast.

The sheriff was now a naked, tit-shaped version of herself, her lower lip visibly stretched impossibly wiiide at the upper base of the African hippo woman's meaty left tit and displaying her own perky, naked yellow fuzzy tits into open air. Her stunted arms and legs hung splayed open in place, stretched taut and shorter around her frame, making the sheriff tit hammock completely helpless as she hung uselessly from her new owner. Plap-plip, plp...! Texas' tiny hands slapped against her own bloated body, trying in vein to reach her naked tits and nether lips which were displayed across the surface of big Cleo's enormous breast, breaking the silence with tiny slaps before Cleo addressed her again.

"Where I am from, if you arrive uninvited you help out with a chore! And, would you believe it sheriff!? You fit like a glove around my tit! Hehe~! A bit ticklish!" The tiny arms that hung from the swinging left tit that Texas was slid around would try to push and pull the rest of her silently while Cleo turned and walked across the room, forcing the stretched sheriff to swing and jiggle idly with each of her steps. "Good timing, too! I just bought fresh material off Smiling Jacks today!" The walking giantess made her way to another large door which she had to squeeze herself through, squeezing through the doorframe into a walking closet that would've fit 8 people... of Texas' size. Texas bulging yellow belly and wobbling pair of tits dented inwards before being released when Cleo cleared the frame of the door, her body wobbling in place as her lower lip quivered at the top base of Cleo's tit.

Much later, a shoddily-dressed raccoon woman had been browsing through Cleo's selections in the store. She was in the store with good reason: most of what she was wearing was clearly old and tearing. It was still rather silent in the shop, even as a breeze from outside moved the wooden door to creak a little every once in a while.

Plip, plap... clap...!

The skinny raccoon had turned to look at Cleo, whose body was looming over the counter that barely reached her bent, fat upper thighs as she sat in the enormous chair made for someone her stature. It had been the light slapping sounds she'd heard that had called the short racoon's attention upwards, where she'd assumed the hippo woman had either slapped herself to keep herself awake when she wasn't looking or, well, maybe she was imagining things...? Splap...! ...plip... But there they were again! Seeing as Cleo, herself, wasn't moving as she read the book she was holding in one hand while she sat rather peacefully at her desk, it made the racoon wonder where those sounds were coming from. The curiosity in her face must've attracted Cleo's gaze, as it turned from the pages of her book and down at the little would-be customer.

She smirked and leaned downward to meet the shorter female's gaze from closer as she framed her bountiful, clothed swells between her arms which would brace the desk and bend at the elbows.

When she finished leaning forwards Cleo was seen holding up her pair of bulging breasts that were squeezed between her meaty arms. Her tits were almost sliding out of her large, top-open vest, but each tit within her shirt was colored differently: one white-orange, one tan-yellow. They seemed to have naked tits of their own, nipples nodding lewdly in open air to each of the hippo's movements and jerks. Deep in the vast cleavage were a pair of arms, one for each tit, that stuck out into the empty space between. Both arms had been tied together by rope, forcing both living tit hammocks to keep the hippo's tits from splaying and spilling awkwardly. Both Texas and, from what the defeated sheriff could gather with her ears at either side of her keeper's tit, her deputy April, had been turned into a pair of bra cups. They could struggle and squirm as much as they could, but they could never quite get loose from the flaccid, hanging fleshy boulders around which they'd been tightly stretched.

The hippo fat hippo smirked, three pairs of tits bunching up together in front of her face as the hippo woman rested her elbows: the hippo's, the fox's and the weasel's. Her own tits on the desk were hugged tight at the raccoon customer's eye height. Texas' yellow-furred mounds bulged as they were squeezed against April's white-furred oranges on the other tit. Splip... plip-plap-plip...!

The raccoon looked for the source of the sounds. They were coming from the edge of Cleo's busts that looked away from her, tiny dimples in the cloth appearing whenever the living cloth inside would smack against its sides from within the hippo's vest. Needless to say, the raccoon was in awe. Were these naked women she'd strapped to her tits to use as clothing!?

"Were you looking for something, dear? We have all sizes and colors... I so happen to have recently acquired Sheriff and Deputy-colored bras, as you can see...~!"

The raccoon woman whimpered under her breath, thankfully going unheard.

Sheriff Texas also whimpered, but this whimper would only be one in countless ignored buzzes coming from both Cleopatra's living bra cups' stretched-out throats. One in thousands, perhaps millions to come.

The End.