Vivian Can't Resist Playing With Her Food

(Originally by Cheese111)

Toying with Texas brought a big smile to Vivian's face. Ever since that damn sheriff had arrived she had to be so careful not to get caught. That little weasel loved to make a big show of her wild accusations and the mayor had to keep her poker face up as she heard all her crimes laid out. Every time the sheriff managed to trace the actions of her goons back to her, but not once was there any proof. Well, until today that is. But with the tiny weasel helplessly struggling beneath her might that would soon stop being a problem.

Already the mayor was envisioning the horrible fates that could befall her nemesis. She could bring her to one of the bandit gangs living in the old mines and fields. They'd love to have some time with a shrunken Texas. Georgia too wouldn't mind handling the tiny weasel for her. With that enormous butt she could shove the sheriff in so deep she'd never be seen again. But her growling stomach made the call for Vivian. For once, she'd get her hands dirty. But not before having a lot more fun at the expense of this diminutive weasel.

Texas scrambled onto her feet whenever the mayor stopped pushing, but the looming paw simply overwhelmed her and pressed her back down again. When she finally stopped the weasel was ready to give Vivian a piece of her mind. But before she could start yelling the mayor picked her up by her head, pinching it painfully between her fingers.

"What was that? Did you want to say something? Was it how you were always in awe of me? Did you want to compliment me on how I run my town?" Or did you just want to waste your breath on begging for mercy? No, you wouldn't do that. You're too proud to beg, and you've probably already figured out that witnessing my little exchange with those ladies sealed your fate. That and the laundry list of 'assaulting an officer of the law' of course." She squeezed the sheriff's head a little more to accentuate her point.

The sheriff squirmed even harder as Vivian brought her other paw close, claws out and ready. She'd be able to slash the weasel to ribbons in a single swipe, but mercifully the mayor didn't seem intent on making a mess. The sleek claw merely hooked itself around Texas' collar and slid down, tearing through the fabric of her jacket with ease. The same deliberate effort was applied to her pants and undergarments until the weasel was dangling in the air with not a thread of clothing left on her. She'd never felt so embarrassed in her life. Vivian put little Texas back down on the pile of scraps that used to be her outfit. The mayor couldn't help but salivate a little, seeing the naked weasel standing on her desk.

"Aren't you looking tasty right now..." She murmured, before her next cruel plan unfolded. She couldn't just east the sheriff, that's barbaric. Texas would probably be all stringy and chewy. She needed to be tenderized and Vivian knew exactly how. The weasel wasn't given a moment's pause before she found herself in the mayor's crushing grasp once more. This time Vivian stood up, reaching behind her and dropping the sheriff on the soft seat of her chair. The quilted fabric was still warm and Texas could only scream in terror as the now enormous butt of Vivian came back to add to that warmth.

The mayor laughed heartily as she felt the little weasel get crushed beneath her. She'd taken care to ensure only a single buttcheek would land on her. No reprieves by hiding between her cute little buns, the sheriff would feel the full weight of her vengeance. In mere moments she felt the body of Texas squish flat and with a gleeful smirk she rubbed her butt back and forth. Rubbing it in further didn't seem to do much, but damn did it feel good. She could keep the flattened weasel here for the rest of her days and never grow tired of it. But keeping Texas around was too much of a risk. It was time to end this.