Her clothes have grown

A pleased grin spread across the lips of the titanic ex-deputy, indicating she was pleased to keep her body at least somewhat covered up. She may love throwing her weight around, but she didn’t want any pervy citizens ogling her….without permission anyway.

Her eyes settled over the model town, the tallest building where Mayor Vivan was no doubt soiling her fancy imported underwear came up to only her impressive undergut, while the average house fell short at her foul boots. Even in the heat of the frontier, the openings of her boots were producing visible heat lines in the air, a testimony to the sheer power that the horse wielded. Truly she was the biggest villain that the town would ever have to contend with.

Still, crime, maybe she was above such a feat at this point. This gift had quite literally put her head in the clouds, and it was making her (comparatively) small brain realise just how meagre her past quarrels truly were. But could she escape them entirely and truly embrace her bew form?