Yes. Yes she does.

Texas grunted as struggled to traverse Georgia's enormous gut. Her feet sank down into the fatty muscles with each step she took, making it feel as though she were ankle deep in sand. The constant snoring didn't make things any easier for her, as the ground beneath her would rise each time Georgia drew breath, greatly disrupting the sheriff's balance. A quick snort was enough to bring Texas to her knees from the resulting quake. The weasel swore under her breath and continued the rest of the journey on all fours.

Ten or so minutes of crawling and the weasel finally began to see some progress as she noticed that the ground beneath her began to dip downward. Eager to finally be done with the trip, she picked up the pace and hustled over until she was able to see the edge of the bed. It was a relief to be able to see ground that wasn't comprised of horse fat, but she hesitated to proceed as she saw how far the drop was. Georgia was the type of behemoth that was still taller than most folk while on her back. The drop from her stomach to the bed had to have been a four an a half feet, which to a pint sized Texas, was more like a drop from a four story building. She figured that the mattress below would provide some protection from the drop, but she wasn't willing to risk it. She would have to do this the slower, safer way.

Taking a deep breath, the weasel turned her body around and began to descend from Georgia's stomach, her hands gripped tight the fatty wall of flesh. With the skill of a trained mountain climber, Texas carefully worked her way down towards the bed. The greatest difficulty she faced was trying to keep a firm hold on Georgia, as the mountainous mare apparently had a tendency to sweat even while sleeping. Halfway into her descent, she was in the middle of setting her foot down when her hand suddenly slipped away from Georgia's coat. She frantically tried to reorient herself, but there was nothing she could do as her other hand slipped away and she was sent plummeting down towards the bed.

To her surprise, the collision was more uncomfortable than painful as she harmlessly bounced from the impact. In her panic, she had forgotten that her body was much, much lighter with her diminished sized.

"God damn, that took forever... now all ah gotta do is get offa this bed and skedaddle before Georgia spots me" she said as she walked towards the edge of the bed. She peered over the side and grimaced at the sight that greeted her. Down below was what had to have been the biggest pair of jeans she had ever seen in her life. From the looks of it, Georgia had slipped them off right before getting into bed, as the opening was pointing up in her direction. It certainly could provide some protection from a steep fall, but Texas' intuition kept her from going any further.

As **** as she was, why on earth would she EVER want to go anywhere near Georgia's pants? Knowing her luck, she would drop down and be safe only for Georgia to wake up seconds later and slip her jeans right back on. Plus, her smaller size also had the effect of making smells more pungent for her. Even at her normal size, Georgia's musk was strong enough to be smelt from a good three feet away. Texas couldn't fathom how intense that stench would be up close. Still, it's not like she had many options and she had already made the effort to get this far.

"Alright... all ah gots to do is just down and hold mah breath b'fore ah hit the ground" the sheriff said to herself. She took a a few steps back and took a deep breath, steeling her nerves as she prepared to jump. Unfortunate for her, she would never get to put her plan into motion. A deep groan made her freeze in her tracks and look behind her. Georgia's stomach seemed much closer than she remembered it being... in fact, it seemed to be getting even closer!

Everything seemed to go into slow motion for the sheriff as she watched with wide eyes. To her, it looked like an entire land mass had been upturned by god and was being sent crashing down onto her. In reality, Georgia had simply began turning over in her sleep, something that was quite common with the former deputy. Texas was frozen in place, her legs trembling as Georgia's stomach blotted out all light. Even if she could run away, there was no where she could go. Soon enough, she found herself completely smothered by the horse's gut, her body flattening at the ungodly amount of weight that now rested atop her.

As she laid there, pinned beneath Georgia's oppressive bulk, Texas realized that she much preferred being trapped in the mare's cleavage. Georgia's breasts, while quite musky, where incredibly soft and provided comfort for the sheriff. Granted, the constant rocking and the deluge of sweat ruined what could've been a pleasant experience, but it was still much better than her current circumstances. Georgia's stomach didn't have nearly as much give as her boobs, providing little to no cushioning for the weasel it pinned her down, the heat causing perspiration and resulting in Texas once again being drenched in horse sweat.

The mattress beneath her didn't provide any more comfort, feeling as rock solid after being compressed to it's utmost limit by Georgia's weight. Worse yet was the smell. Years of soaking up sweat, early morning farts, and lord only knew what else, left the bed rank with a heady stench the made Texas feel lightheaded. She tried to wiggle herself free, but she was completely immobile. All she could hope was that Georgia woke up so... and that she wouldn't notice the tiny weasel currently plastered to her stomach.