Petting Zoo Problems (Literature)

Mallory waited in her car an extra thirty seconds or so, letting the  final chorus of her favorite song play out. She needed the extra energy  boost, but even with it, she was still reluctant to get out of the car.  Catching a glimpse of the time, however, she took in a breath and  stepped out into the radiant June morning.

It was an exciting  day, but also a nerve-wracking one: Mallory’s first day at her first  proper summer job, at her town’s prestigious petting zoo! She was going  to help take care of the animals, keep them fed and clean, and basically  help all around the place! Not the most glamorous job in the world, but  one Mallory was (hesitantly) looking forward to!

It would be  good experience, too, since Mallory actually hadn’t had much firsthand  experience with many animals. Her mom was allergic to everything with  more than two legs that wasn’t an ironing board, so growing up she never  had pets (fish creeped her out!), and though she vaguely remembered  going to this very petting zoo when she was younger, all the memories  were old and fuzzy. But they must have been good, since she had always  been fascinated by animals and wanted to grow up and get a job related  to them somehow. She wasn’t sure she should even take the petting zoo  job, feeling like she picked a bit of a steep starting point, but it  paid well, and it was the only posting she could find for anything  animal-related that didn’t require previous experience. Closest thing in  that department Mallory had was how she dog-sat for her neighbors the  past autumn - to mixed results - but this was obviously quite the step  up! Maybe that was good, though? She had to start somewhere! And it  would be nice to do something that helped make kids happy! She hoped the  animals were at least friendly…

Certainly was a beautiful day  for it. The sky was a perfectly cloudless blue sheet over her head, with  a warm sun and just enough breeze to be cool but not cold. She liked to  believe it was a good sign, but couldn’t really; she’d had plenty of  bad days with good weather before. Still, for such a big day, Mallory  was going to take any positive superstition she could get, no matter how  trivial!

As she strolled up under the ‘Gentle Fingers Petting  Zoo’ sign, Mallory fidgeted - she hoped discreetly - with her overall  straps, as well as the herb-green tank top she wore beneath, a little  too keenly aware of how that tank top was the last layer on her upper  half. In a break from her typical behavior, Mallory had done something  she normally would be too mortified to do: go without a bra. And it was  hard for her to think past.

Mallory was very self-conscious about  her body, especially her chest… more specifically, her boobs. How or  why they’d gotten so big, if they were technically classified as some  letter past ‘D,’ Mallory didn’t even want to know. They were big, each  easily bigger than her head, to a point at which most of her shirts were  three to four times her size and either tucked in tight or cut off near  the bottom in order to fit her ample proportions. No matter how baggily  she dressed, however, there was no hiding their size, and even if she  did try, the unsolicited comments from other girls at school would  usually be redirected at either her otherwise trim figure or her butt,  which came off as comparatively toned, but really was a bit doughier  than Mallory cared for.

Regardless of anything, her endowment in  either area garnered her a lot of attention she neither needed nor  wanted. Mallory would rather keep to herself. She was already nervous  enough as it was without everyone looking her way, talking about her to  one another. Even without all that, her boobs’ sheer size in particular  was a constant burden to manage and made it hard to just do things  without teetering off-balance, be it trying (and oftentimes failing!) to  work out, or even just skateboard into town. Bras had become mandatory  for her, for giving her a better sense of security and coverage over  herself, but also to minimize jiggling and how often her boobs got in  the way.

It had been an incredibly difficult choice to make,  then, to go without, but one she made largely in anticipation for the  warm weather and a day of hard work ahead. Plus, with the double layers  of the tank top and the overalls, her chest felt pretty secure… that and  a bra would add even MORE layers over her chest to potentially make it  look even bigger. Since the overalls seemed sturdy enough to keep her  girls stable, Mallory decided to just go with it, though the entire ride  over and indeed walking into the petting zoo she was thinking twice  about her choice. The fact there was nothing between the fabric of her  tank top and her nipples constantly weighed down on her. Maybe it would  have been worth washing a sweat-soaked bra after all… not much to do  about it at that point, though. Focus! She was gonna need a clear head.  Can’t be clumsy for the first day! She really wanted to make this work…

A  voice calling out ahead snapped Mallory to attention, and she quickly  pulled her hands away from her shirt. Out from a chalk-white  ‘Greetings!’ booth at the front of the petting zoo, an older,  round-faced gentleman - stout but not fat, in that peculiar farm-worker  way - was walking over in Mallory’s direction, very clearly the owner  and Mallory’s new boss. Mallory began to wave, only to pause her arm  mid-raise when she realized quite sheepishly how closely her outfit  matched the owner’s! Both had on a set of dark-blue denim overalls, with  a leafy-green shirt underneath. Mallory’s was a tank top while the  farmer’s was a T-shirt, but the shades of each matched on an almost  uncanny level. Mallory even thought to herself that with a bit more time  in the sun, her hair might fade a bit from its purple tint to a shade  more like the farmer’s greying pompadour.

The farmer quickly  recognized their unintentional twinning as well, grandly gesturing to  his green-shirt-under-overalls ensemble. “You got good taste!” Mallory  giggled, if only from the awkwardness. The old farmer strode up with a  hand outstretched. “You must be Mallory!”

“T-that’s me!” Mallory  meekly accepted the handshake. It was like shaking a leather wallet!  “Happy to be here, Mr.…” She immediately felt awful for blanking.  “…Ralph?”

If he minded the pause, he didn’t show it. In fact, he  chuckled. “And here I thought I aged out of gettin’ called ‘Mister.’  M’friends usually just call me ‘Ol’ Ralph.’ That or just ‘Ralph,’ your  choice.” Ol’ Ralph wiped sweat from his tanned brow, then gestured for  Mallory to follow. “Alright, we can pick up the chit-chat later.  Opening’s coming up fast. Let’s give ya a quick crash course.”

Mallory  hesitated before following. “We’re… opening… today?” She tried to not  sound nervous, but she had the impression she’d have gotten a day or two  of practice before being thrown in the metaphorical deep end.

Ol’  Ralph chuckled again, even though it didn’t seem all that funny.  “A’course! Summer’s our money days, gotta milk all we can.” He could  tell she was worried, though. “It’s nothin’ complicated. Bright girl  like you, you’ll pick it up in two shakes of a lamb’s tail.” Ol’ Ralph  laughed hard at his own joke(?). Mallory nervously grinned, but her  prior excitement was dimming a bit, naturally. Hopefully this wouldn’t  be too hard!

The petting zoo wasn’t gigantic, and most of the  instructions per animal pen didn’t vary that much, so the crash course  became far less daunting to Mallory as Ol’ Ralph showed her around. Er,  maybe not *far* less… but still, Mallory paid keen attention to every  one of Ol’ Ralph’s instructions - wash the ducks before every group  shows up, make sure none of the kids try riding any animals they weren’t  specifically supposed to, confiscate all candy at the entrance, where  the poop-scoopers were and what sizes for which animal. Nothing was  complicated, but Mallory quickly felt like she was being buried under a  mountain of details. She tried her best to keep track of everything by  repeating Ol’ Ralph’s instructions back at him, which he got a kick out  of every time for some reason.

They eventually came up to horse  pen, a wide rectangular fenced-off plot with a little track for the kids  to ride around. The five or so horses loitering around all had  different patterns on their coats, all different mixes of speckled  browns and blacks and whites. The one nearest to them that caught  Mallory’s eye first was the stallion, a bold black with a shockingly  pale mane. It was gorgeous! And big! All of them… so big…

“Now,”  Ol’ Ralph introduced the horses, “these guys are burnin’ calories all  day long, giving rides to the kids, doing the odd trick. So whenever you  happen to be passing by, toss ‘em a carrot or an apple, and if it’s  been a while, feel free to check in with ‘em.” To demonstrate, or since  it was always time for it, Ol’ Ralph took an apple out of a nearby  barrel and held it out for the pale-maned stallion to nibble. As he fed  them, he seemed to get an idea. “If you’re ever running low on anything,  barn’s got darn near everything.” With his free hand, Ol’ Ralph pointed  to a freshly-painted cherry-red barn about two hundred yards away from  the rest of the zoo. “Real quick about that: normally all these  animals’ll be out here during your shifts. However, our prize potbelly,  Peggy, has a litter on the way.”

“Awww!” Mallory couldn’t help but gush! Little baby piggies! So cuuute!

Ol’  Ralph chuckled along. “Yep, due any day now! Now, cos of that,  naturally, we’re keeping her out of the usual bustle, giving her some  peace in there. Don’t worry, she’s sweeter than syrup. Just be aware of  her. You go in, make sure she don’t get out, that sort of thing.”

Mallory nodded. “Check on the horses, don’t let Peggy out. Got it!”

The  horse had apparently eaten its fill of the apple. Ol’ Ralph dropped the  core in the pen, chuckling at Mallory’s parroting, then motioned for  Mallory to follow him again. “Now, this one’s the kicker, so stay sharp.  Ya get anythin’ from what I’m teaching’ ya, let it be this.”

He  didn’t lead Mallory far, just to the other side of the horse stable,  which butted up against perhaps the largest pen in the whole petting zoo  and perhaps the loudest, as it was positively brimming with bright  white fluffy sheep. What had to be two dozen of them were huddled up,  nosily bleating, almost like one big stretch of clouds. Mallory froze  for a bit, seeing them. It was a LOT of sheep! A lot of sheep she was  going to have to watch out for…

Ol’ Ralph gestured grandly to the  pen. “These here might be our de facto stars of the show, as you could  probably imagine. At any rate, they’re real friggin’ divas. Gotta make  sure you stay on top of these guys. If they get too hungry, they get  ornery, nippin’ at the kids ’n whatnot. Obviously not great for  business. Now, feed ‘em too much, they get all drowsy ’n laze around,  and that’s no good neither. They don’t walk around, kids won’t have any  fun with ‘em!” The concern of missing that middle mark must’ve been  pretty plain on Mallory’s face because Ol’ Ralph chuckled  good-naturedly. “It’s no science. You’ll pick up on the right amount  pretty quick.” Mallory smiled and nodded, though still must have looked  pretty worried, since Ralph chuckled again. “Just be sure everyone gets a  little something. Spread it around, make sure they don’t take from each  other, that sort of deal. Every hour and a half or so usually does it.”

A  pleasant little trill of a ringtone stole Ol’ Ralph’s attention. He  pulled his phone out of a pocket on his overalls and grinned wide. “Ah!  Gotta take this!” He excitedly gestured at the screen. “My guy in  Hoxton. Deal of a lifetime on a pair of alpacas!” Slowly backing in the  direction of the main office building, Ol’ Ralph rapped a knuckle on a  bin of hay next to the sheep pen. “Back in a jiff. Why don’t you give  our friends there some’a that hay to get ‘em ready for the first crowd?”  He turned away before Mallory could raise her hand and suggest that  maybe since it was her first day she should have a helping hand for that  sort of thing? But Ralph was out of earshot long before Mallory could  put the thought together.

“…okay…” Mallory took a deep breath and  faced the sheep pen. None of them even seemed to register her  existence, dully shoving the snouts into grass or staring vacantly into  nowhere in particular. Mallory eased her way towards the hay, warily  keeping her eyes on the sheep. She didn’t expect this job to be so  daunting! There was already so much to keep track of…

One thing  at a time. Since all the hay was bound into bushels, Mallory wrapped her  arms around the nearest one and began sidling over to the pen, spitting  and ‘ptthheh!’ing as some lose hay shook free into her face, trying to  brush it away but all not move so much that more would spill! Sidling  turned to shuffling as Mallory very slowly inched her way around the  pen. The closer she came, the slower she shimmed, nervous not only about  potentially losing her grip on the hay, but getting closer to the  sheep. She really didn’t want to mess this up! These were real living  things she was working with, and the reality setting in made her even  more nervous. “You can do this…” Mallory psyched herself up.

Before  long, she was on the gate. It wasn’t exactly locked, she found, more  just pulled tight enough to not budge. Thankfully, it meant Mallory  didn’t have to awkwardly reach a hand off the hay, and instead could  back into the gate to ease it open. She did so very carefully but  quickly, sliding into the pen before quickly nudging the gate back shut  so no one would get out. Hesitating, nervous, Mallory turned to face the  flock. Some of the nearer sheep had noticed the yummy stuff in her arms  and crept their way closer.

Mallory froze. “H-…hi…” Loose hay  shook from the bushel from Mallory’s hands trembling. Sheep walked up  within arm’s reach. Her heart was jackhammering so hard! Something about  these animals being so close, it was scary! Mallory really hadn’t  thought this job through…

A plaintive ‘baaa’ got it through  Mallory’s head that she had to focus. She couldn’t get cold feet at the  first task of the day! Though her hands still shook, Mallory grabbed a  hunk of the bushel, then lightly tossed it in the corner of the pen.  Calmly, some sheep went over and began to chow down with happy bleats.  Gradually, Mallory felt herself smiling, before she strew some more hay  around for the sheep. Step by step, she sidled deeper into the pen. Soon  she had to wade against a few woolen bodies, and the feeling made her  giggle. ’What’s there to worry about?’ Mallory realized. ‘They’re around  people all the time! Of course they’re friendly!’ “H-hi sheepy! Nice  sheepy!” Smiling as coarse sheep wool rubbed against her knees, Mallory  continued to spread hay around the pen, all the cute little sheep coming  to munch!

As Mallory turned to head to the next corner of the  pen, though, something prodded her in the behind, nearly making her  trip. “Whooaaaa!” Mallory lunged forward to stop the hay from tumbling  out of her arms, catching herself barely in time. The prodding again,  this time more pinchy. Mallory quickly glanced behind her. One of the  sheep was rearing up and nipping at the seat of her overalls! “H-hey!”  Mallory tried shifting her hips as the sheep reared up for another  nibble, but couldn’t move fast enough without almost losing her grip on  the hay! “D-d-down, boy! Girl! W-whatever!” The sheep kept nipping away!

Starting  to sweat nervously, Mallory went to take a step forward, only to yelp  and freeze in place. Another sheep in front of her was tugging on the  left leg of her overalls! Between it and the one behind her, she was  effectively trapped. “S-stop! Down! P-please!” The sheep only seemed to  tug harder, maybe realizing that the more Mallory squirmed, the more  loose hay shook free from the bushel. Mallory winced and wiggled her  hips to keep as best as she could out from the sheeps’ nibbles,  especially the one starting to pull harder at her back door!

Snap!  Mallory quickly glanced down and groaned. The tugging one way and  another was causing Mallory’s overall fasteners to loosen! One of the  snaps had already come undone, the strap falling right off her shoulder!  “Okay! Okay please stop now! P—ptttheh-p-please!” Mallory tried to  bring her legs up and pull herself out of this peculiar bind, but the  sheep kept pulling her legs in random ways, and with the bushel in her  arms constantly shedding hay around her and in her face, Mallory nearly  toppled over every time she tried anything!

With the sheep only  pulling harder and harder, the second strap on Mallory’s overalls was no  match. In no time, another snap made Mallory’s eyes shoot wide open,  and before she could even squeal, her overalls plummeted to the ground.  “Eeek!” Mallory kept squeaking, face burning redder! Her bright white  panties were exposed! Embarrassed, Mallory looked this way and that and  didn’t see anyone around, but still tried to cover herself behind the  hay! Out where anyone could see her, without pants!

But it wasn’t  over. “Ah!” Barely five seconds after her overalls hit the dirt, before  she got the sense to move, the sheep behind Mallory started nibbling  again!! “No! No no no! Not my undies!” Her begging was all for naught -  of course - as the sheep’s immediate response was to clomp down harder  on the thin fabric and to start pulling none too gently. “No! AHH!  Please sTOP IT!” Mallory cried and squealed as her panties were  arrhythmically yanked again and again, jerking her hips backwards and  causing the fabric to rub and dig around her hips and her privates! Her  vision starting going a bit fuzzy from the friction! She tried to run  again, but the sheep in front of her was still obsessed with her  overalls, still tugging at the denim around her ankles, again making it  impossible to escape without dropping the whole bushel of hay she was  still clinging to!

Helpless, Mallory began sensing the panties’  waistband getting lower down her hips, bit by bit. Elastic snapped and  fabric stretched! “…aaahhh… aaAaaaheeeEEEP!” Mallory feebly groaned in  protest before a fierce tug, then another sent her panties down her  thighs. Warm sunlight hit places it shouldn’t! All the air left  Mallory’s lungs! Mallory couldn’t so much scream but wheeze! Her… her  underpants! They were around her knees! Her butt, her… her private  areas! A-anyone could see them! “eeeeeeEEEAAAAHHH!” Mallory finally got  the energy to squeal as she squirmed, clenching her thighs together,  bringing the hay bushel lower and higher, spilling hay but also  desperate for cover! She could cover her crotch a bit, but her butt, her  bare butt, there was no hiding it! The world felt like it was spinning  around Mallory, as she looked this way and that for anyone that could be  seeing her so exposed, helped in no part by the sheep continuing to  pull at her lacy undergarment, and the one in front still pulling at her  overalls, forcing her hips back and forth! “My… my butt! M-m-my  panties! Nooo!” Mallory had always been incredibly self-conscious over  her figure, and with every tug, Mallory felt her ample butt cheeks  bounce, the sunlight felt no different from a spotlight! People could  see her, these secret parts of her! Was anyone around? Mallory turned  this way and that, but her vision was starting to fuzz up and all she  could hear was her rapid pulse! Please no one be there! No one see me  like this…

Mallory didn’t faint from the embarrassment, but she  did get very lightheaded, and the next thing she knew, with a loud sound  of tearing fabric, she had finally toppled sidelong into the dirt and  grass of the sheep pen, overalls twisted around her ankles, and bushel  of hay scattered and spilling all across the pen in a massive mess. Upon  seeing the mountainous meal, the sheep attacking Mallory’s clothes  finally relented and joined the rest of the flock in chowing down.  Mallory took all of this in slowly, as she sat up taller and regained a  sense of composure. As soon as she saw her overalls left alone, however,  she shot up like a hungry snake to snatch them up before hurriedly  shuffling backwards into the emptiest corner of the pen until her back  hit the fence. She huddled there, shivering and watched through burning  eyes as the sheep gorged themselves on hay, lazily bleating. “My  panties…” Mallory tremulously whispered to herself, only for the sheep  that had stolen them to waltz up to the pile, gnawing on the last bit of  white fabric. One more chew, and her undies were gone, lost forever to  the belly of a rude sheep.

Angry tears formed at Mallory’s eyes.  Stupid sheep! Stupid Mallory! She kept bouncing between who and what to  blame, but kept landing on herself. She’d screwed up! Ralph trusted her,  and she failed! Now the sheep were eating way too much! First task of  her first day, and she blew it! She probably shouldn’t have even gone in  the pen in the first place! Probably a million better ways to do it… So  stupid of her… The only good thing about it was that it probably meant  these wooly beasts would leave her alone! But Ralph would be  disappointed… and the kids…

A heavy snort blasted hotly against  the top of Mallory’s head. Instantly, she twisted her neck around to see  one of the horses from the neighboring pen looming over her. He had a  beautiful chestnut coat and deep black mane, and looked strong enough to  run straight through a house without slowing down. Another snort blew  errant strands of purple hair out of Mallory’s stunned face. Her mouth  fell open but nary a sound escaped her. He was so big! And so very  close… Mallory wanted so badly to get away from it, but was just as  terrified about startling it. The two of them just stayed perfectly  still, staring at one another, while sheep noised chomped hay nearby.

After  enough seconds went by without the horse so much as twitching, Mallory  hoped with all her might it meant he was friendly. While still trembling  with terror - Mallory cautiously smiled at her looming neighbor. “…hi?”

Another hot snort blasted Mallory’s face, followed by a loud and angry whinny.

Eek!  Time to go! In her blind panic, however, Mallory forgot her state of  utter pantslessness, tripping over herself as she scrambled to her feet.  Mallory turned away to look down and untangle her overalls around her  ankles, maybe even pull them up before running off, but it was a second  too many. Mallory yelped as the horse’s snout prodded into her back, and  she could feel teeth! She tried to jump forward, but realized how the  horse had bit down on her shirt, and was starting to pull! “NO! No  please! Horsey!” Mallory plead, trying to scramble away with her  overalls around her knees, only to get yanked back towards the fence by  her tank top trapped between a horse’s teeth!

“Stop! Stop!”  Mallory’s cries went unheeded by the horse, as it shook its head from  side to side as it pulled harder at her shirt! Mallory continued to try  and run away, but the horse was strong! She needed up tripping, falling  butt-first back into the dirt, back against the fence, as the horse  continued to pull.

It didn’t take too many tugs before Mallory  heard more fabric tearing. “No!” she yelped, bringing her hands up from  her overalls to hug over her chest. Mallory winced as the fabric rubbed  hard against her chest, particularly her nipples, then gasped as sizable  seams began splitting along the sides of the shirt. She grabbed what  she could like she could somehow save it, but only made the tearing  worse! Mallory’s face burned even hotter when a tear opened up between  her fingers, right down the middle of her cleavage! “Nonononono!”

She  wasn’t wearing a bra! In the chaos, she’d totally forgotten! More of  her shirt started ripping, exposing more milky skin! If this kept up,  she’d be totally topless! She lost her panties, she was losing her shirt  too, soon there’d be nothing left! Starting to breathe more panicked,  Mallory clung tight to her top as the horse continued to pull and tear  it even more. The harder she held on, the more stretched her shirt  became! Rips formed where her fingers dug in, revealing the pink of her  nipples! At that point, it was only a matter of one more strong tug from  the horse.

RIP!

Mallory tumbled forward into the dirt,  catching herself hard on her hands. She sat up on her knees, a second of  movement that felt like an eternity to her, as she slowly looked down  and her body went stiff. Warm sunlight washed over her chest… and  nothing else. Mallory stared down in abject horror at her bare boobs,  still rocking from the momentum! She only caught a fleeting glimpse of  green tank top as the horse chewed it and turned away to trot deeper  into its stable.

Hurriedly, whimpering and nearly crying, Mallory  scrambled to her feet, moving one arm across her prodigious chest while  clumsily using her other hand to yank her overalls up to her hips,  waddle-running out of the pen, through all the sheep. She held onto her  overalls tight, in fear of the other sheep grabbing on again, but they  were thankfully still distracted by the mountain of hay. Panting and  humiliated, Mallory practically jumped out of the pen before slamming  the gate shut behind her.

She froze, then, no time to feel any  relief. What was she gonna do?! She was as good as nude! It didn’t seem  like Ol’ Ralph had come back yet, and there was no one else around, but  that wouldn’t be the case for long! Someone was bound to see her out  there! Mallory quickly spotted the cherry-red barn out back, however,  and made the snap decision that was the place to hide. She began rushing  over as fast as she could go without losing her grip on her overalls!  Through a sort of skipping-jumping combo, Mallory managed to work her  overalls at least back over her butt as she ran, barely keeping her  upstairs assets secure with her other arm. Thankfully, when the pulled  on the door handle, the door slid open without a problem. Quickly,  Mallory sidled inside and dragged the door shut behind her.

The  barn itself was nice, generally speaking. It reeked of animal waste, but  at least looked clean, with neatly organized bundles of hay piled up  next to shelves stocked with burlap sacks, some empty, some with produce  like carrots and apples inside. An octagonal window up near the ceiling  let in some sunlight, with the left and right sides of the barn lit by  single lightbulbs hanging from the rafters. All the wooden stalls  obviously meant for the animals were empty, which was relieving to  Mallory. Snapping on the remaining strap of her overalls - one of the  straps had been pulled so hard its snap was MIA - just having something  to cover her body was also immensely relieving, far more so, although  the strap was too narrow to cover more than the central third or so of  her nipple, and her other boob was still on full display. Still, better  than nothing. That aside, she still couldn’t quite recollect herself -  her head kept spinning and she couldn’t take any deep breaths - she  began carefully and quickly checking out the shelves and stalls, on the  off-chance there would be any extra clothes on them. Some blankets for  the animals, some ropes… not even a spare T-shirt.

In a depressed  huff, Mallory slumped down to sit on a nearby pile of hay and burlap,  hands under her chin. Her first real job, and what a disaster it was!  Lost her shirt, lost her panties… How was she ever gonna go back out  there? She couldn’t do this! She wouldn’t dare go near those animals  again… Why did she think she could do this? Stupid… so stupid!

A  sudden noise between a grunt and a belch startled Mallory so much she  shot straight upright and fell backwards into the hay and burlap.  Panicking, Mallory quickly looked around before seeing what had made the  noise tumble out from the corner and slowly trot up. She couldn’t tell  what it was at first, so dark in an unlit corner of the barn. As it came  closer, with the grumbling noises it was making, Mallory thought it  might have been a sheepdog or something, but then it came into the  light, and Mallory realized it was a pig - a REALLY big pig, so big  Mallory thought twice if it really was a pig, but that’s what it was. It  was bigger than a bedside table, with dark hair all over its body, save  for its bloated pink belly. Bloated? Mallory’s mouth fell open. This  must be Peggy! When Ol’ Ralph had described her, Mallory had pictured  some radiantly pink piggy with dozens of adorable piglets around her!  Seeing this massive scraggly thing, belly all distended, panting and  oinking with an open mouth, snout sparkling with what was either sweat  or piggy boogers… Mallory was put off to say the least.

Oinking  and making sounds like more burping, Peggy kept coming closer to  Mallory. Mallory, on the other hand, was pushing herself back harder  into the piled-up junk behind her. “Uhh… hi? Peggy? Hi?” Mallory’s heart  starting beating in overdrive. “Nice piggy- Peggy! Nice… Peggy…” Peggy  didn’t lose any speed, still trundling towards Mallory, oinking,  grunting, panting… drooling…

“Aah!” Backing away from Peggy,  Mallory tripped over one of the bales of hay and took a tumble  backwards, crashing on her rump through a pile of burlap sacks and  kicking up a cloud of dust and loose hay. Mallory coughed and pulled  herself up on a hay bale, only to find Peggy right by her feet! “EEP!”  Mallory continued to shuffle backwards, and the pig kept coming after  her! Why?! What did Peggy want?! But in shuffling backwards, Mallory  finally got it: she had been sitting on piled-up bags of corn feed, or  seeds, or something. Regardless, it was something Peggy liked, and it  was something Mallory had not only been sitting in, but was now  partially buried around. Plenty of feed spilled into Mallory’s overalls  as she moved, sliding uncomfortably down her butt crack, grating between  her cheeks and rubbing into worse spots. There was no escaping Peggy at  that point, though. Before long, the pregnant pig leant forward and  started nibbling on Mallory’s leg, eating up the feed that was all over  her!

“EEK! Ah!” Mallory both squealed and laughed, accidentally  getting ticklish from Peggy’s snout prodding all up and down her leg!  Hurriedly, Mallory kept scrambling backwards, trying to push herself  away while also brushing the feed off her legs, more than once having to  readjust her remaining overall strap when it slid off her shoulder! All  her clumsy flailing, she wasn’t going very fast, thus Peggy could still  keep up with her, almost casual in her nibbling at the poor girl’s  overalls, working her way closer to the girl herself.

After a few  pushes, Mallory’s back hit something hard that rattled her and made her  jump again. It was a gate, one leading into a portion of the barn  divided into stalls, probably meant for horses. As Peggy continued to  snuffle up her overalls, Mallory frantically reached behind herself,  fumbling for a latch she couldn’t find. In her panic, Mallory stopped  looking altogether and began trying to crawl under the gate to get away  from Peggy’s prying snout! It was a tight squeeze, especially with her  generous proportions! Mallory had to awkwardly worm around and scoop up  her boobs one by one to sidle under the gate, doing so in a way that  caused her remaining strap to pop off of its snap and slip off her  shoulder, but that didn’t matter right then! What mattered was getting  away from this animal!

Her upper half under, Mallory started  wiggling her booty to squeeze that on through. She had managed to twist  onto her stomach, but as soon as she raised her rear to dig her knees  into the ground, she was met with Peggy snuffling on the seat of her  overalls! “AAH N-noOOOH!” Mallory slipped over herself as Peggy’s  snuffling turned to nipping, which then became pulling! “NO! No no no no  no!” Mallory kept trying to worm away, but her panic and the size of  her butt meant she kept accidentally bucking her hips up against the  gate, and Peggy kept on pulling, very obviously aware there was a  deposit of feed kept very close. Mallory felt her overalls being inched  off her body, down her hips until her bare butt was revealed, every  quiver rippling plain as day across the milky, doughy skin, stuck all  over with corn feed. With the accidental stash reveal, Peggy got even  more active, nibbling at Mallory’s exposed butt cheeks, slopping the  feed stuck between with her warm, sandpapery tongue.

It was like  Mallory’s brain had turned to TV static from all the sensations. “GWAH!  GUH! Nooo-yuh! YEEEP!” Mallory nearly collapsed on the spot as Peggy’s  moist, cold snout prodded especially hard into her privates, sending a  sudden and powerful burst of arousal up her body. Gently trembling,  Mallory’s efforts to crawl away doubled, as Peggy continued to nibble at  her butt. Finally, Peggy turned her snout back down to the overalls,  giving Mallory enough slack to worm away and huddle at the far end of  the barn... though the overalls stayed with the pig.

On shaky  legs, knees buckling as she rose, Mallory stood, every inch of her body  going numb as she looked down and the utter disbelieving embarrassment  set in. Save for her boots, she was standing in a stranger’s barn. Butt.  Ass. Naked. “KYAHH!” Out of instinct, Mallory collapsed to her knees  with one arm over her chest and another over her privates, shuddering  from the mix of burning embarrassment and inadvertent sexual feelings  still buzzing under her tummy. Once they had passed enough, she began to  pout, slamming her fists on her thighs.

What a horrible day!  She’d totally failed at her job! She had no clothes left! She’d ruined  everything! Now what was she supposed to do?! She couldn’t go back  outside like this! She’d just have to sit there until Ol’ Ralph found  her there, naked as a jaybird, crying in his barn, looking like a total  idiot! Mallory didn’t want that, but what other choice did she have?  What could she cover herself with, hay? Cuz that’ll save her dignity! No  matter what she did, it would only get more humiliating for her!  Mallory crumpled forward, her purple hair trickling in the hay and wood  chips scattered on the ground. Stupid animals! Stupid Mallory…

A  crazy idea crossed Mallory’s mind. It wasn’t just crazy, but really,  really dumb. The thing was, if Mallory simply grabbed one of the horse  blankets as cover and waltzed out of the barn, she’d still have to field  some very awkward questions if Ralph or anyone else spotted her before  she reached her car. But what if instead of walking out… she crawled?  With a blanket over her, maybe instead of some naked pervert farmhand,  people might think she was just some animal? It was so out there, but…  it just might work? She had to do something! Ralph would no doubt be  looking for her, but more than that, the petting zoo had to be close to  opening by then! If she could just get to her car, she could call Ralph  and say how she felt sick and had to go! A terrible first impression for  her first day, but at this point that was going to be the case no  matter what she did! At least maybe she could spare some of her dignity…  It was crazy, but after what felt like ages of stalling and pretending  to think of alternatives, it was the only plan Mallory had.

Her  boots were so bulky, though, they’d peek out from under the blanket.  She’d have to ditch them too, which was very hard to do. Even though it  was in her head that she needed to take them off, Mallory did so very  slowly, very reluctantly. This was it. One boot off, then the other.  They weren’t much - she was already naked as it was, and she still had  her pink and white socks on - but taking off her bulky boots was like  losing her last bit of any form of cover. Complete, 100% birthday suit.  It was petrifying! At school, Mallory couldn’t even change into her gym  clothes until the locker room was empty, yet there she was, bare-assed  nude, nary a stitch on her body, just moments away from being out in  broad daylight! Not just her head, her entire body felt light, to the  point Mallory worried she would really faint! She collapsed to her  knees. Her attempts to catch a breath sounded more like wheezes on the  verge of tears. Peggy barely paid the hyperventilating naked girl any  mind.

Eventually, Mallory got enough of a hold on herself to  successful inhale, exhale, then very VERY sneakily head for the big barn  door and inch it open just a crack. It was hard to see, but hearing was  arguably more important, and Mallory couldn’t tell if she heard anyone  or not. Was the petting zoo open yet? The sounds of the highway and  animals making sounds made it hard to tell if there were any voices. She  chanced inching the door open just a little more, a little more still,  then finally spotted the parking lot. Mallory gulped. It was so far… and  she was so naked! She wrung the heavy blanket she’d selected off the  shelf. She debated wrapping it around herself and making a mad dash for  it, but again hesitated thinking about the possibility of being spotted  by Ralph or anyone else. It seemed clear for the moment… she couldn’t  risk stalling any longer!

With a deep breath, Mallory dropped to  all fours and draped the blanket over her body, taking very good care to  ensure her entire body could remain hidden. This gave her barely a slit  to see through, but she’d take it if it meant keeping her body out of  sight. After double, then triple, then quadruple-checking to ensure  every inch of her body was covered, Mallory braced herself… then crawled  outside.

Immediately, the sunlight in her face made her freeze.  She had naught but a sliver left of her sight available from the bulky  blanket so obviously weighing over her body, but still it was so hard  for Mallory to believe she was covered up, that it didn’t look to anyone  else like she was creeping around naked, when she knew so very well  that’s what she was doing! Still, the sunlight also triggered the  thought she was doing this, and she needed to get moving. She did so  very cautiously, though, shuffling along the grass to ensure there would  be no blanket-billowing and nothing fast enough to draw attention. Even  with the adrenaline pulsing through her veins so loudly she could  barely hear anything else, Mallory moved almost glacially, partly out of  fear, but partly because the parking lot seemed so infinitely far away.  It was a *heavy* blanket too - probably on account of being for  livestock - what felt like forty pounds of wool stretched over her body  and roughly scritch-scratching back and forth over her back and booty.  The sun bearing down made the journey across the field feel ten times as  long, as Mallory started to sweat and groan in discomfort to herself.

What  killed her pace the most, though, was that it wasn’t so much of an  ‘all-fours’ crawl as a ‘three-fourths’ crawl. Her boobs proved quite the  hassle, hanging so low and heavy, knocking each other around and  constantly getting in the way of her trying to put one arm in front of  the other. She had to use her left arm to awkwardly try and corral her  bountiful breasts while using her right to keep herself inching along.  It was a long, painful, terrifying crawl, but most importantly, it  seemed to be working. She might actually be pulling this off!

As  if on cue, however, a sharp mechanical hissing noise startled Mallory so  fiercely she almost fell over. It took her a second to realize why it  was so recognizable to her: it was the brakes on a bus. Instinctively  looking around best she could with her limited sight, Mallory quickly  spotted that very bus coming to a halt in the parking lot. Mallory  became petrified on the spot. She was too late! The petting zoo was  opening! Mallory’s mind went totally blank with fear as the door to the  bus whined open, and out came a line of eager kindergarteners chattering  in excitement.

“Is that the piggy?” Mallory’s muscles all went  numb. Her elbows buckled, and she clumsily dropped into the grass partly  out of sheer terror, partly a futile effort to be less visible,  watching in gasping dread as the horde of kindergarteners flooded off  the bus and formed a circle around her, as all the kids began petting  what they imagined was a pregnant Peggy.

Mallory bit into her lip  hard to suppress her whimpers and moans as dozens of little hands  unwittingly groped all over her quivering body, especially her butt.  “She’s so soft!” one kid cheered, as they gripped non-gentle fistfuls of  Mallory’s doughy posterior. She nearly screamed! She could barely hear a  parent chiding about ‘grabbing too hard,’ but the following gentler  pats were still somewhere Mallory would prefer they weren’t! It was so  hard to keep still - Mallory wanted to just curl up in a ball, if not  outright get up and run - but her plan was somehow working… so she just  bit her lip even harder and tried to stop fidgeting so much. She thought  about making a piglike snort to sell it further, but was too worried  about making noise at all, lest it sound too much like a girl moaning.

Eventually,  a familiar voice joined the throng, one that made Mallory go completely  stiff under the blanket. “Hey there, junior farmers!” Mallory could  hear Ol’ Ralph as he marched up from earshot into arm’s reach. “Looks  like Peggy wanted some fresh air! Course, she needs rest, so I’m gonna  take her back to the barn! Why don’t y’all circle up near the front, be  with ya in two shakes!” The crowd of kids and parents gradually  retreated, but Mallory was precisely zero percent relieved hearing Ol’  Ralph chuckle to himself and walk around her. “Let’s get you back in  there, girl,” he cooed before wrapping his hairy arms around Mallory’s  middle.

Ol’ Ralph was no fool, though, and quickly came to  realize the creature he was wrapping his arms around didn’t quite match  the proportions of a pregnant pig. Mallory bit her lip and braced as she  sensed Ol’ Ralph stand up and walk around behind her, no doubt about to  check for sure what he’d been grabbing. Dusty knuckles grabbed the hem  of the blanket.

Mallory’s face burned hotter than the sun as she  felt the blanket lift from her behind, giving Ol’ Ralph FAR too much of  an eyeful!

Thankfully, the older farmer didn’t ogle too long, as  Mallory felt the blanket drape back over her rear end fairly quickly  after, though it was clear to tell by how long he stood there unmoving  that he was pretty surprised! Eventually, he slowly walked over to  Mallory’s front. Blushing hard, Mallory reached an arm down to cover  what she could of her boobs, bracing herself when Ol’ Ralph very  carefully lifted up the front of the blanket, just enough to verify it  was indeed his missing help. Again, the blanket was quickly dropped  again, Ol’ Ralph standing in stunned silence for a while longer. He then  asked, totally unnecessarily, “…that… you, Mallory?”

Mallory kept quiet. She didn’t need to respond, and she was worried if she opened her mouth, she might start crying.

Of  course, they both knew it was her. “…wondered where you’d scampered off  to…” Ol’ Ralph muttered before sighing. “Well, why don’t you, ah… why  don’t you just… take that blanket, head home for the day. Light crowd…  probably… handle it m’self…”

With that - since her cover was  blown already - Mallory sheepishly poked her head out of the blanket,  got up on her feet, and began running towards the parking lot, fidgeting  and adjusting the blanket wrapped around her along to way so the breeze  didn’t blow it up and show off her backside as she ran. “Sorry! I’m so  sorry! Sorry!” Mallory began calling out, probably when she was too far  out of earshot. This had to be the most humiliating day of her whole  life! And it wasn’t even noon yet…

—

Much to Mallory’s  surprise, Ol’ Ralph wasn’t mad. She fretted all afternoon contriving  excuses, before finally deciding to call him and out with the truth. As  it would happen, though, he wasn’t mad. More surprisingly, he *believed*  her. He chuckled, even. “Lost a few good shirts, m’self. Dumb animals.”  Apparently any incidents hadn’t happened in a while, though, and  certainly not to the degree Mallory experienced. Mallory forced an  awkward chuckle, pretending to listen to Ol’ Ralph’s anecdote about  Peggy and his lucky football jersey.

Most surprising of all:  Ralph offered her the job back. Since no one had actually seen Mallory  “streakin’ around nekkid,” and since no one needed to know where exactly  Peggy had been that fateful afternoon, it could be their little secret.  After an animal behaviorist visit or two to sort out the animals’  ‘quirks,’ Ol’ Ralph was willing to give Mallory another shot.

It  was sweet of him to offer, but Mallory politely declined. It didn’t  matter if the animals were all muzzled, behind a fence, or even provably  made into well-mannered gentlemen and ladies - after everything,  Mallory wouldn’t ever feel comfortable around them again. In fact,  Mallory was pretty adamant that she didn’t want to go into any  animal-related field anymore. Maybe she’d rushed into things a bit too  abruptly. It hadn’t quite sunk in before what working with animals would  really be like, and she wasn’t sure she was comfortable continuing down  that road. She tried to think of it as a learning experience, but it  didn’t make her feel at all better. Working with animals had been her  ultimate goal, and with that emphatically crossed off, she somehow felt  like even more of a loser, for thinking she could at all handle it. Now  she had no plan at all, and had no idea for another one. Who’s to say  what other things she could mess up?

It took her more than a week  to muster up the courage to even look at other summer job  opportunities. There were plenty, she eventually reasoned, that would be  less intense; car wash attendant, paper route, fro-yo shop. Jobs like  those would be a lot harder to mess up. Better than nothing, she  guessed. Might as well get a bit of extra cash, regardless of anything.  Maybe she just had to keep at it, and the right path would find her. She  was bound to find one thing that stuck if she just kept trying, right?  All it would take would be one right place at one right time… Yeah,  right, easier said than done. Mallory’s hopes weren’t exactly high,  though she’d be happy to be proven wrong, maybe one day…