Peaches new Tattoo (Bad End)

Peaches hummed as she took off her clothes, nude in the backrooms of the club snickering. "Well Tex, I hope you like your new job, especially considering you're the first to see my Tattooification ability." She smirked, glancing back at the sheriff, whose flattened body was stuck to Peaches rear, muzzle to pucker as she was crying and whimpering for freedom. Peaches ability was very clearly shown now, as the pig could absorb people into her body, sticking any part that touches her no matter what it was. The end result is slowly what would happen is after a long time of being stuck to her ass, they would become fully consumed, shown off by nothing other than a tattoo. Texas was in the process of this happening, having been flattened and now with Peaches getting ready to put on some custom-made skin-tight pants to hold her in place to finish absorbing her.

“If you want me to stop, Sheriff, all you got to do is pipe up,” Peaches taunted, Texas screaming and crying to be let go, making no sound other than a quiet muffled cry. But at this point, the pig didn't care. “Didn’t think so. Well, I guess they'll have to find a replacement for you, but that's not my problem, so the mayor can just sort it out." She snickered, giving a small toot into Texas maw as she would slowly keep sinking in.

“Well Sheriff, welcome to your new life. Hope you enjoy your stay in The Golden Bottom, but it looks like you found out who HAS The Golden Bottom.” The Dancer laughing said ass off as she grabbed her pants, putting them around her ankles, smirking. "Say goodbye Texass." Texas would squirm as much as she could, letting out the loudest, most high pitched and **** scream she could, any tough façade shattering as she begged not to be absorbed, crying and sobbing in panic, the pig laughing, as she yanked her tight pants back up and slid them back on. Texa's flattened form vanished under the tight leather as she disappeared for the last time, crammed deep into peaches crack. One could only imagine the muffled screams of the sheriff as she slowly faded away in a prison of sweat and rancid smelly darkness.

The next day Peaches would sigh getting off the tattoo artist's chair, looking at it in the mirror. "Perfect! Thank you so much, I'll be back for more later!" She giggled, giving them a rather large payment, smirking at the crudely drawn tattoo off Texas on her ass cheek. "I think it fits you well Tex. Come on now, we got a show to do!" She snickered as she left heading back to the club, the only thing that remains of the Texas Stanton was the tattoo, but the few that got dances from the pig, later on, said that if you listen closely, you could still hear the sound of the weasel begging to be free.