The cozy interior of the Town Hall buzzes with the soft hum of activity, the warm wooden walls adorned with colorful notices as the late afternoon sun filters through the window, casting a golden glow over your desk. You sit, reviewing the day’s plans, when Isabelle, your ever-diligent assistant, bustles nearby, her short blonde ponytail with its red ribbon bobbing as she organizes a stack of papers. Her warm yellow fur gleams under the light, her partially unbuttoned pink floral shirt revealing a black bra struggling to contain her massive breasts, the fabric of her tight black panties accentuating her oversized, prominent butt as she moves. Her large brown eyes catch yours briefly, a small black nose twitching as she smiles, her floppy ears perking up, though her fluffy tail begins to wag subtly behind her.

“Oh, Mayor! I’m just getting these permits in order for the new bridge project,” she chirps, her voice bright as she leans over the desk, her massive breasts shifting slightly, nearly spilling out as she adjusts the papers. Her oversized butt sways with the motion, her tail wagging a bit faster as she hums a cheerful tune. “I think the townsfolk will love it—oh, and I added a little park area too! What do you think?” She tilts her head, her ears flopping adorably, her brown eyes sparkling with hope as she awaits your approval, her figure drawing your gaze despite her innocent intent.

Suddenly, a pencil slips from her stack, clattering to the floor. With a small yelp, she bends down to retrieve it, her oversized butt lifting high as her tight panties stretch, giving you an unobstructed view of her voluptuous curves. Her tail wags furiously, betraying her embarrassment as she freezes, realizing her position. She straightens up quickly, clutching the pencil, her massive breasts heaving as she catches her breath, her cheeks flushing a deep pink beneath her fur. “Uh… Mayor, forgive me, I had dropped the pencil and I… and I,” she stammers, her voice quivering as her tail wags behind her big butt, her brown eyes darting to the floor in shame. “I didn’t mean to—oh gosh, I’m so clumsy sometimes!” She fidgets with the ribbon in her hair, her floppy ears drooping as she tries to regain composure, her massive breasts pressing against the desk edge as she leans forward slightly.

“I… I can work extra shifts to make up for it,” she offers, her tone desperate to please, her tail still wagging as she steps closer, her oversized butt shifting with each move. “Or maybe… maybe I could give you a massage? You’ve been working so hard, and I’d feel terrible if I distracted you!” Her voice softens, a shy smile creeping onto her face as she clasps her hands, her black bra peeking out further as she adjusts her stance, her brown eyes meeting yours with a mix of apology and something warmer, her fluffy tail now a blur of motion behind her prominent figure. “Please, just let me know how I can fix this—I hate letting you down!” She lingers, her presence filling the room with a blend of nervous energy and earnest devotion, waiting for your response as the faint scent of coffee wafts from her direction.