Texas can't reform, Vivian wins! (End)

Texas struggled and tried to reform her flattened body as fast as she could. She had suffered worse crushings before, and while Roxxie was very heavy she had gotten off of her fast. She should be able to pop herself back into her usual shape without too much trouble, but time wasn't exactly on her side as she could already feel herself being carried into the loom.

"Goshdarnit, yer not gonna get away with this Vivian!" Texas shouted as she had reformed her face enough to curse the lynx who was watching the show from above with delight.

"Oh Texas, I already have! Now I hope you'll enjoy your new position as much as I will!" She grinned and taunted. Texas felt the rest of her body reforming, she would soon be able to jump off this machine and arrest that bitch! Just a little mo-

Texas was snapped from her hopeful thoughts as she was suddenly pulled backwards. The end of her braided ponytail was pulled into the loom! She had just enough time to scream before the arm of the machine swung back and pulled the rest of her body in silencing her. "NOOO-!" What followed was a cacophony of sounds as the sheriff was pulled and stretched by the loom to an **** degree. GGGRRRRRGGGGRRGGRRR A deep grinding filled the air along with a bit of black smoke as the machine clearly wasn't designed for a full sized weasel being pulled into it.

Vivian solved the problem by simply turning the power up, the machine getting faster and louder as it worked to pulverize the clog that was Texas's body. It felt like she was being tugged in every direction at once, and the machine was none too gentle. Before long it had her as thin as the rest of the threads of material it was spinning, she would of been indistinguishable if it were not for the color of her skin and clothes. Vivian could just make out her face being squashed and stretched out which gave her and Roxxie a good laugh.

It took another five minutes of intense crushing and pulling before Texas finally came out the other end of the loom, her body now perfectly weaved together into an extra large weasel blanket. Texas's face was plastered across one side, her expression frozen in a squashed expression. With a wide smirk Vivian strolled down and looked at her, admiring her softness by brushing a hand across her. "Wonderful, a weasel fur blanket! Just what I needed at my office~" Texas was unable to even speak as the lynx rolled her up, purring from the feeling of her worst enemy in her hands.

"Shoot, yer office is lookin' better than ever mayor!" Georgia grinned and leaned back on the big couch Vivian had in her office for her more often bulky than bright visiting lackeys. The couch indeed looked a lot better now that there was a large, fancy weasel blanket draped across it. The heavyset mare made sure to grind her ass cheeks into the middle of the blanket. Below her she could just barely make out some muffled gagging and retching.

"Yes is sure does, doesn't it?" Vivian smirked and stood in front of her desk, looking over at Georgia and the obese cow and rhino from before sitting beside her on the couch. "The weasel blanket really ties the room together!" She laughed, her minions joining in as they blasted Texas with a barrage of spicy, fetid fart fumes.

"Anyway, with the sudden disappearance of the old sheriff, you'll be made the acting sheriff from this moment Georgia!" Vivian declared and gave her her new badge. Georgia simply grinned and nodded. "Bout damn time!"

"Now, if you'll please excuse, I have a very important meeting." The lynx stated with a smile and gestured to the door. The two dimmer lackeys didn't catch on but Georgia did. "Right let's go, we got a lot of changes to make in town!" The mare exiting the room with them as three massive indents from their butts were left on the couch and the blanket.

Vivian smiled down at her as she lowered her dress. She then went to turn around and shake her while not as big, still quite voluptuous curvy ass above her. "Just you and me Tex, and don't worry, I think I'll be bringing you home during the nights as well. Wouldn't want you to miss out on all the fun!" She cackled and slammed her bare ass on to her and ripped a long, rotten fart as she relaxed. She really could get used to this!

So Texas ended up as a permanent blanket for the corrupt mayor. While she spent most of the day on her couch being sat and farted on by all her cronies, the lynx would always make sure to reserve some time just to sit on her herself. Plus she always took her home at night, giving her the nastiest dutch ovens imaginable. All because of the weasel's blind pursuit of justice...