Swine Security Pt 4

Sandy sipped on her large cup of soda, enjoying the cool beverage as she made her way to the back and into the breakroom. She had just finished lunch and was going to review the cameras for a bit, but she had made sure to stop off at the Pretzel Shop and get a large pretzel and soda before she did.

As she walked near the back of the mall, Sandy put her pretzel in the hand as her soda and tugged down on her shirt, hoping to cover his exposed stomach. The cotton shirt barely budged, leaving her doughy and fleshy stomach exposed as it jiggled and flopped over the waist band of her work pants. The pig grumbled something to herself and just walked through the massive double doors and headed towards the security cameras.

The cool air felt good on her pink skin, her sweat skin glistening slightly as she wobbled further into the office. As she did, Peter passed her, a smile on his fat face. He was gasping as if he had just run a marathon, though, watching his gut flop forward to almost touch his knees, Sandy figured it was just because he had gotten dressed.

The orb of dark gray flesh waddled to her, his snout sniffing the air. He licked his lips as he eyed the treats in Sandy’s hands. The pig grunted and snorted before stopping his waddle.

“That, snort, looks good. Pretzel, huff, Shop?”

“Yeah.”

“Very, gasp, nice. You, wheeze, should have gotten the cheese, gasp, filled ones. So, gasp, good. I have to go out there quick, I’ll bring some, pant, back for you.”

Sandy hated when they worked the same shifts. He always tried talking to her and making small talk. She hated it. Worse, he was always offering her food, which she mostly rejected. Mostly. Lately though, she had been accepting these items. She knew she had to work with this beast, so she swallowed her pride.

“Alright. Th-thanks.”

“Great. I’ll be, gasp, back.”

He was about to walk out when she paused. There was no way he’d be able to get to the pretzel spot and back that quickly. The pretzels would be all soggy, and she really hated a soggy pretzel, even more than giving into her piggish nature.

“Wait, won’t, won’t the pretzels be cold. You’re, you’re, um, well. You know. Not exactly a gazelle or cheetah.”

The heavier and older pig laughed.

“I wouldn’t be walking, I’d be using the carts they got us. I know someone your size probably wouldn’t use it or even know about it, but we have modified golf carts for us, “normal” sized furs.”

Sandy had seen some people use the carts, but didn’t know ANYONE could use them. Still, it made sense that someone Peter’s size would have access to them. She wanted to laugh, but she kind of wanted the pretzels now.

“Oh, ok. Well, thanks, Peter.”

“Sure.”

The pig-man waddled away, the sound of his gut slapping against his legs echoing through the work space. Sandy shook her head as she watched his monster truck sized tire cheeks wobble as he moved.

“Hopefully he just drops them off and forgoes the small talk.”

Sandy entered the static duty room and dropped her own sizeable rear on the wooden stool, her inflated cheeks and widened hips swallowed the chair up as she tried to get comfortable. It wasn’t easy, as even though no one on the security team weighed under 250 pounds (including Sandy), some of the furniture was undersized. Especially anything with arm rests.

The pig woman shifted again and watched the monitors. Nothing of note happened, and she quickly grew bored. She savored the salty treat and took yet another bite. The pretzel was so warm and soft that it almost melted in her mouth. Her mind wandered the idea of a cheese pretzel, a small, pleasurable “oink” escaping from her mouth as she did.

Embarrassed, she looked behind nervously, and hoped no one had heard her. She was safe, but it concerned her that she had gotten that excited about food. She’d have to watch herself from now on, because even though she was a pig, she didn’t have to act like one.