Texas Chooses The Blessing Of Giant Size

(Originally by Cheese111)

With a hesitant smile the sheriff points at the first spell. Abra smiles and takes the small bottle, whispering unknown phrases into it to imbue it with her magic. Before she hands it to Texas she gives her a stern warning.

"Two tings, sheriff. One, don't drink dis brew right away. I don't want you growin big inside me wagon. Made dat mistake once meself, had to rebuild the whole damn ting."

Texas chuckles a little at the mental image of a giant robed cheetah sitting amidst the splinters of her own shattered wagon. She can only imagine how often Abra's tricks might have backfired before she had mastered them.

"And two, don't be tryin to attack me when you turn giant. De wards protectin me will shatter yer mind and surrender yer will to me. Ya would not be de first to tink dat I don't foresee dese tings. De spirits do not take kindly to those who would turn my gifts against me." Her smile never faded, but her tone was intimidating. Though with the righteous rampage Texas had in mind, attacking Abra was low on her list of priorities. She nodded at the witchdoctor and received her blessing. The sheriff carefully put away the small bottle and bid the cheetah farewell.

After the sheriff had left, Abra stood back up and began to tidy up her trinkets from the last ritual. She couldn't deny how good it felt to have Texas squirming in her most intimate places. Normally it's just some hapless town member that falls prey to her desires. But her fun wasn't done yet. As she rifled through her things she came across the small doll of the sheriff, pausing for a moment to look at it. The cheetah laughed to herself, already imagining her next steps.

Texas didn't know how to feel about this yet. She walked back to the sheriff's office, calming citizens along the way that she really was the real Texas and that the tiny impostor had been dealt with. Now she almost wished she'd picked the other potion, just so she could watch Vivian squirm. Forcing her to speak the truth was like forcing a priest to drink. After that little stunt she pulled she'd more than earned such a punishment. But she didn't want to scare the entire town by growing huge just yet. She needed something remote to test this stuff. Immediately a target sprang to mind.

Roxxie Roo had long been a thorn in Texas' side. A kangaroo bandit with a list of crimes too long to remember. She'd humiliated and tormented the sheriff many times over the years, using her strength, size and stench to flatten the weasel beneath her and subject her to horrible gas. And if she didn't feel like squashing the sheriff she could count on her horse, Butterscotch. Roxxie's trusty steed always took great joy in crushing the weasel under her big butt and serving up lethal farts. Now the tables would be turned. The sheriff got on her horse and rode off, racing for the hills. The abandoned huts and shacks from the gold rush still dotted the landscape, but the stench kept away any potential residents. Roxxie's place was nearby. The sheriff parked her horse behind a rock and grabbed the potion from her vest.

She looked at it one last time. The things she could do to Roxxie as a giant were terrifying. Did anyone, even someone as foul as the roo bandit, deserve such treatment? Texas thought back on all the times she'd been abused, farted on or shoved up against the roo's nasty butt. That sealed the deal. Just this once she might make an exception. Texas pulled the cork and chugged the potion, surprised by the implacable taste. It was like nothing she'd ever experienced. She couldn't ponder on the taste much longer as she felt a strong buzz overtake her every limb. It itched and glowed and soon her perspective began to change. The growing sheriff tried her best to calm her horse, but she could see the confusion in its eyes. Texas stepped away from her steed, staring down at the shack before her. The bandit was none the wiser that the long arm of the law was about to introduce itself in spectacular fashion.

Roxxie was planning her next heist, preparing her weapons and having a drink. She didn't even notice the heavy thumping at first, nor her horse's sudden nervous twitching. Butterscotch could tell something was up, but her master was too lost in thought to pay attention to her whinnying. Only when the roo bandit turned to tell her horse to pipe down did she hear a heavy slam on the roof. She let out a scream as the roof of her house was torn off like it was made of cardboard. Towering over her was Texas, easily four times taller than the house she just peeled open. Roxxie shot a look at the bottle of whiskey in her hand, then back up. Was she really that drunk?

"Howdy there, scrawny. As the sheriff o' Gold Springs, I hereby place you under arrest."