Petula didn't know why, but she had a sudden and strong desire to visit the city zoo's farm life exhibits. She had actually been looking forward to seeing the zoo's Africa and Asia exhibits, but as Petula was putting her things in her locker earlier that morning, she felt the sudden urge to check out the livestock. In particular, Petula wanted to see the pigs.
Petula, like most traditionally girly-girls, had never really liked pigs. They were fat, gross, and lazy, everything Petula was not. Despite her preconceptions, Petula could not explain her sudden desire to see what life as a pig was like. Petula was so focused on getting to the pig exhibit that she didn't notice Jimmy following slightly behind her.
When Petula did glance back and saw Jimmy, she felt inexplicably excited to see him. Jimmy was a bit chubby and tended to fade into the woodwork, but he was always a nice guy. She waved at him and beckoned him to come over.
"Hey!" Petula said excitedly, "what brings you to this section of the zoo?" Her voice seemed breathless, perhaps a little rougher or deeper...
Jimmy lied. "Seems like everyone else is crowding the other side of the park, I thought it might be easier to get my work done over here," he said convincingly.
"That's smart," Petula said, "I don't know why, but I had this sudden urge to check out the pigs." She reinforced her comment with a light chuckle.
Jimmy's heart skipped a beat. What did she just say? He tried his best to muster a response. "Pigs can be pretty fascinating," he meekly replied.
Petula nodded, undeterred by Jimmy's awkwardness. "God, it's so hot out here. I must be sweating like a pig, huh?" she chuckled again, this time emphasizing her point with a light snort. Her expression could not have been further from the truth; pig's don't have sweat glands, and now, neither did Petula.
Jimmy awkwardly nodded and wished Petula luck with her work. He decided it might be better to observe from afar. As he watched her walk off, Jimmy couldn't help but notice that she had seemingly put on some weight. With each step, Petula's butt and thighs seemed to jiggle more, visible even through her khakis.
Despite his awkwardness, Petula left her quick conversation with Jimmy very satisfied. He was a bit weird, but so delightfully chubby. She wondered why she didn't go out with more chubby guys. She had always found them attractive, didn't she?
Even still, Petula knew Jimmy was ogling her fat ass as she trotted off. It was her most valued physical attribute, something that didn't change as her muscles were quickly giving way to fat.
As Petula approached the pig exhibit, she was giddy with excitement. Her sense of smell was overwhelmed by a swath of new and particular scents. She could smell the hot garbage in the trash can further down the walkway, the pungent stench of pig dung overpowering the area, but most of all, the pheromones of a virile boar. All of these smells might once have been undetectable or offensive to Petula, but she was suddenly able to appreciate their distinct pleasures.
As Petula walked up to the fence surrounding the pig enclosure, she laid eyes upon him for the first time: the largest and hairiest pig she had ever seen. Petula cheekily bit her lip, he looked magnificent. She had clearly underestimated how attractive pigs could be, this was maybe one of the most beautiful animals she had ever seen.
Petula suddenly tensed up. She felt powerfully gassy. She looked around to see if there were any people about, after all, it wasn't very ladylike to pass gas in public. She could only see Jimmy in the distance, and he seemed preoccupied with taking photos of some goats. Petula decided the coast was clear and let out one of the most loud and pungent farts of her entire life.
Petula blushed immediately and cracked a dumb smile on her face. That was quite unladylike of her. But she didn't really care, no one was around to catch her and it wasn't like her present company minded the smell.
In fact, her present company was enthralled with the smell. The boar moved around his pigpen to identify the scent before looking up and recognizing Petula as its source.
The boar perked up and faced Petula. It grunted, letting out a series of sounds that were certainly not English, but Petula nonetheless understood: <Girl smells good.>