You decided to check out the pen. You knew you had to get used to the smell eventually, and what better way to do that than by getting to know the, at least from experience, smelliest animals on the farm. So, you began to approach it, trying desperately to ignore the smell as you got closer. Unfortunately, that'd be a tall order for the strongest of men, and you are far from the strongest. Eventually, you were forced to bring up a hand and cover your nose as you got closer and closer.
Eventually, you were right at the fencing surrounding the pen, and there, you could see that the floor was absolutely caked with mud. Additionally, scattered around the mud field were pigs of various sizes, but even the smallest one was significantly larger than you, your small form being only slightly bigger than her gut. In general, the pigs each seemed to be fairly big and pudgy, and appeared to've covered themselves in mud. Each pig had hips wider than your shoulder span, and the lady pigs generally had breasts larger than your head, while the man pigs were, predictably, flat chested. Well, flatter than the ladies.
Another thing you noticed while looking over them: they reeked! You remembered the pigs back home were rarely bathed, but this was just rediculous! You were forced to fan the air in front of you away. You felt like you should speak up, but soon, the pigs turned towards you, and each of them seemed interested in you. It's not often there's a new face on the barn, it seems. Soon, one of them was up in front of you, her leaning up against the fencing. You could hear it creak under her as she leaned against it.
"Oh, you must be the new guy!" the pig said. She was easily 4 times your size, and stunk like a dumpster. "We heard the new guy was coming today, but no one said he'd be as cute as you are!" You felt your cheeks burn up at that compliment. You wanted to thank her, but the fear of the smell entering your mouth made you seal your lips. Though, thankfully, the look on your face seemed to communicate that you were thankful for her saying that.
"Oh, I'd love to get to know you more!" she said, giddy at the prospect of learning about you. "Come on in! I'm not the only gal that wants to talk to you!" At that, you felt fear. You didn't want to avoid talking to them, you really didn't. But getting in that pen would mean possibly surrounding yourself with their foul smells! Then again, not meeting them would make you look awfully rude, wouldn't it? What to do, what to do...?
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