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Chapter 7 by SquashedFlat SquashedFlat

Does Roxxie See Her?

Roxxie Sees Her!

Despite the cupboard looking to Texas like a bomb had hit it, Roxxie knew all her messy cupboards and closets well, and definitely remembered that this was not how she left it. Scanning around the tight space, her eyes soon noticed the tip of a very familiar braid, barely visible but sticking out from beneath the piled-up clothes. With a grin, the roo turned around as if to leave.

"Well, guess there's nothin' there... Musta been my imagination." She says loudly and convincingly, as she silently moves herself into position, then quickly slams her butt back as fast as she could, wedging her ridiculous rump into the closet and smashing Texas against the back wall, the entire space filled with her fat butt. Texas yelps in fear as she was suddenly pinned, Roxxie's massive, sweaty and, above all, putrid smelling ass pressed right up against her.

"Ha! Looks like I've caught a little thief in my house. Or maybe just some stupid sheriff snoopin' around. Still, this must be a familiar sight for you by now, Tex." The roo says, looking back with an evil grin as she ground her butt over the weasel. Texas gasped as she felt the pressure intensify on her, her arms pinned by her side.

"Let me go, ya varmint! Else ah'll kick yer fat butt from here t' town, an' you know it!" She bluffed. While it was true that she and Roxxie were pretty evenly matched in a straight-up fight, Roxxie had just about the biggest advantage possible, and she knew it. The roo just laughed.

"Yeah, sure, Sheriff! I've got a counter offer. How about I take that cute little face o' yours, jam it between my cheeks, and gas you 'til sundown!" She laughs victoriously. Before Texas could protest, the roo's tail wrapped around her face and jammed her straight between the bulbous, oversized cheeks. "Lights out, Sheriff!!" Roxxie roared, then began to blast out a hellish storm of farts right into the weasel's face, every single blast of gas pouring straight into her weak weasel nose as she was **** to sniff it all up. Almost immediately her mind began to get cloudy, and the last thing she experienced before she passed out was Roxxie's mocking laughter, and the smell of her farts in her nose...

"I've got big plans for you, Sheriff!"

Where Does Texas Wake Up?

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