trapped

the monstrous skunk advances, her smell hits Texas hard.

Despite the dim lighting, the weasel can see every inch of Valentine's obscene body, the glistening sweat on her dark purple fur, the way her huge breasts sway from side to side as she moves.

Texas's heart pounded as Valentine loomed before her, her overwhelming mass dominating the room. The mattress groans as she heaves herself off of it, and Texas was **** to take an involuntary step back.

Her stench sweat, sex, and something distinctly rancid—made the helpless weasel feel lightheaded.

"Now now, sugar, don't be shy..." she purrs, her voice rumbling like distant thunder.

Her massive hands reach out, fingers unnaturally plump.

Texas tried to maintain her composure, but her breathing becomes ragged.

"I-I ain't gonna bee with' no... no... freak show!"

Valentine's face contorts into something between a smile and a snarl, her tongue flicking out between plump lips.

"Oh honey, you're gonna do exactly what I say," she growls, reaching down to grab the front of Texas's shirt.

Her grip is unbreakable as she hauls smaller woman close, her overwhelming heat pressing against the helpless woman.

The weasel's feet leave the floor as she's lifted effortlessly.

"Lucy said you needed loosening up... and sweetheart, I'm real good at loosening things."

The weasel's back slammed against the wall with a thud, pinned by Valentine's massive frame.

Her arms are like tree fat tree trunks, And the smell is even more suffocating—perspiration mixed with gas and some sour note that makes the sheriff's stomach churn.

"Mmm... You're shaking," she purrs, her hot breath blasting against your face. "Don't worry sugar, I'll take real good care of you." One of her hands slides down to grip the helpless woman before she...