There's No Other Leads. Texas (Regrettably) Agrees.

(Originally by Nerdyfox)

".... I... Accept these terms." Texas muttered as she gritted her teeth. As bad as the terms were she was completely at the curvaceous hippo's mercy and unable to even squirm free from the massive woman's toes. Even if she did, what hope did she have of saving April now? She was unarmed, out of money since Annebelle or some other varmint is most likely now buying rounds for everyone with her money. This, was hopeless. Still, she could still do one thing for her friend.

"But only if April returns normal, unflattened and not gassed out of her mind..... And make sure she stays like that for the rest of her life!"

With that Cleo pressed her foot down harder on Texas before throwing her head back in laughter, her enormous breasts and lovehandles jiggling violently with each breath before she wiped a small tear from her eye.

"You're trapped between my toes and you think you're in a place to make the demands? Oh that's so precious it's almost cute." She gasped with more laughter, releasing Texas from her stinky position before picking her up from the back of her neck, tossing the weak flattened girl helplessly onto the counter, a contract and pen being placed infront of her while she breathed in heavily for fresh air.

"But what the heck. Why not? Write your terms to the contract and then sign. Don't want anyone saying this wasn't a fair agreement." Cleo chortled while standing behind Texas, cutting off any possible escape route while the weasel slowly picked up the pen as cautious as a mouse, and began to add her terms, mentally yelling at herself to stay strong. April would surely be able to find and save her. She was a great deputy after all. As the signature was finished, her thoughts were disrupted as Cleo picked her up off the floor by her ponytail and gave the now former sheriff one big sloppy kiss, practically flooding the smaller girl's mouth with her tongue.

As she pulled back the weasel then fell to the ground with a loud thud, coughing as she rubbed her tongue against her mouth to get rid of that fowl slimy taste. Anger flooded her mind before shock quickly took its place. Cleo was towering above the weasel with a pair of scissors in one hand and her entire ponytail in another.

"What the devil you whale sized galoot?! That wasn't part of the deal!" She yelled in fear as she tried to crawl back, not liking the gleam in this gigantic foe's eyes.

"Oh please sheriff. You really aren't the smartest. In the contract, that you seem to have failed to read in your self pity, I, as the sole OWNER of you, get to decide what happens to you. And I'm thinking this silky soft hair of yours would make a very sexy fur coat to go with you!" Cleo grinned from ear to ear as she then tossed the hair into her machine, pressing more buttons before a thin lace coat with beautiful and elaborate patterns was sown with a fancy fur like trim, making Cleo's wicked smile grow even wider.

"Always read the small print 'Sherrif'." She continued to mock before walking over to the Sherrif, pointing to the door for the backroom as she loomed over her powerless victim.

"Strip sheriff. Then start crawling. Time to see some of that humility."

As much as she wanted to protest, Texas knew that this was the only way to get April home safe. She just needed to endure the humiliation. so, with her head hanging low, she, pulled off her clothing while her tormentor watched, licking her lips lightly at the sight. Sith her rear raised high, the weasel crawled on all fours, pushing open the backdoor quietly before gazing upon what looked more like a gigantic engine room with how big all the backroom, which was full of steam presses, sewing equipment and workbenches. Wasting no time, Cleo picked up the sheriff and placed her down on a steam press, slamming down the lid and jamming it shut, turning it up to its highest setting. Instantly steam billowed out from under it accompanied by the screeches of the once proud weasel being in horrific amounts of distress, 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.

"Beautiful! Simply wonderful dear Texas! You may have been an idiot goodie-two-shoes but look at you now! The finest material for underwear in miles! Makes me wanna hire someone to catch your whole family for me. I can just see it now. 'The Stanton family set!'" Cleo squealed with glee as she tossed the terrified material onto one of her workbenches, spending hours snipping, sowing and crafting Texas into one of her finest works.

The hippo stood proudly as she looked at the complete set with pride almost as enormous as her rear. On the XXXXXL mannequin in a sluttery pose was the former sheriff as a specialized lace G-string panty with the words 'Kiss here' on the rear in fancy handwriting. Sexy as hell, stretchable beyond compare, suitable for long workouts, keeping in stains and smells and as comfortable as the purest silk. It was practically gleaming. and with the sheriff came her own hair as an equally as good matching fur coat with the sheriff badge over one of the mannequins nipples.

"Feel happy Texas. Many girls will be willing to sell their homes for you.~ I think I'll...."