No Deal, There's Got To Be Another Lead Somewhere! (End)

"No... deal!" Texas managed to splutter, her mouth pinned between the toes of the giant hippo. Cleo sighed and put her hands on her abundant hips, shaking her head sadly, then removed her foot from the sheriff and peeled her up.

"Oh Texas. Too proud to be a pig's panties to save your deputy, hmm? Well fine. Now poor innocent April is going to suffer... and you'll still be panties!" The weasel squeaked in terror as the hippo whipped her away to her backroom, which was full of steam presses, sewing equipment and workbenches. "You should have taken my offer, Texas! My friend will get her panties either way, but now they'll be a more... long-term pair!" Wasting no time, Cleo slammed the mushed-up sheriff down on a steam press and swiftly jammed the lid shut, turning it up to its highest setting. Instantly steam billowed out from under it accompanied by the screeches of a weasel in trouble, and when the hippo opened it again, Texas had been perfectly pressed into an oblong sheet of shimmering material, her horrified face staring up at the world.

"Simply divine, Texas! Oh, you'll make such wonderful material!" Cleo whipped the weasel off the press and onto her workbench, and mercilessly fell into a frenzy of snipping and stitching, scraps of weasel fur going flying as Cleo perfected her art, producing an absolute masterpiece. When she finally held Texas aloft, the weasel had been converted into an absolutely splendid thong, the hippo having added insult to injury by making her face the inside back. "She will absolutely adore this... Too bad about the law in this town, but I'm sure Georgia will take over now that the previous sheriff's... gone undercover?" She chuckled at her own pun, then stuffed the Texas thong into an envelope and sealed it up, scratching some details on the front and marching off to the post office to get it sent off as soon as possible.

Texas's new owner was everything she had been scared of, and more. The second the weasel received a look at the gigantic, fat, Russian bodybuilding pig, glistening with sweat, she knew her life was over. Cleo's friend wasted no time in whipping off her old pair of underwear, which Texas noted with dread was heavily stained, ripped and frayed, and pulled on the new pair without a second thought. Texas's last view of the outside world was a picture of two giant, sweaty ass cheeks, before she was plunged into darkness, forever.

The pig went on to finish her training in record time, a fact she attributed to her new 'lucky' pair of panties, and from then on, they were inseparable (Mostly because the pig's sweat was like glue). Texas was worn every second of every day, her life now consisting of unending crushing, sweat and pig farts, while the pig trained, stretched, ate and slept. Due to her awful personal hygiene, Texas was almost never removed unless the pig needed to go to the bathroom, and sometimes not even then. However, Cleo was right about one thing. Texas did make fantastic material. She never ripped or frayed, and stretched perfectly around the pig's ass no matter how much weight she gained or lost. The fiercest sheriff in the west was now the comfiest panties in the world, and so it would be...

Forever.