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The Petting Zoo Incident (Teen into llama)

Trish was one of those volunteers that loved animals but could never handle doing the dirty work. The full time employees like to call them mollies, as in molysomophobia or the fear of dirt and grime. It was something that many volunteers were teased from because they were mostly kids who never knew what it takes to care for an animal 24/7. Trish was used to the taunting and shrugged it off. She loved animals and if working with them meant having to deal with the smelly cages and gross diet plans then so be it. She was finishing her rounds before heading home and had to make sure all the animals had been placed in their pens at the petting zoo area. As she made her way into the yard, she saw a few animals were still outside. Specifically the donkey, a few sheep, and the young llama. The donkey was pulled in easily and calmly walked into his stall to get some food. The sheep were a little more difficult and tried their best to run back out of their pen. Trish was lucky to have such quick reflexes and shut the gate in time. The sheep butted their heads a couple times but settled down soon after. Lastly the llama, which was just brought in a week ago. She was a rescue from an owner who kept exotic farm animals in the city. “Okay girl, let’s go back to your stall and you can eat your dinner” Trish said as she grabbed the rope and began guide the llama to her stall. Things were going according to plan until she and the llama got into the enclosed stall. The llama began to freak out and kick around yanking its neck in panic. The rope was pulled from Trish’s hand and as the llama pulled its head back it bit down on the young girl’s hand. “Ow, what the fuck!?” she shouted. One of the full time staff came sprinting in and created distance from the animal and Trish. “Stay back, did it hurt you?” asked the employee. Trish flashed her hand in the employees face and showed the bite mark which was starting to throb. “He bite me, but it isn’t bleeding or anything. I will just go clean it up, thanks for the rescue” she stated. The employee nodded at her and turned his attention back to the animal, trying to calm it down.

Trish burst into the staff area restroom and splashed water on her face. She felt like she was running some fever and her hand still ached a lot. She looked down and saw some swelling around the red areas. She just needed to clean up and get home. Sleep would do her good and she was calling it a day. After that incident just about anyone would. Trish turned to the door and reached her hand out when she saw a collection of thick wool sprouting on the outside of her wrist. She attempted to brush off the wool, thinking it was from the llama outside. To her surprise, she felt the brushing of the wool and knew at that moment that it was attached to her. She looked on as the wool slowly spread over her wrist and her fingers became more and more numb. At that moment her nose began to itch and she felt herself having to sneeze. Letting herself sneeze she leaned forward from the force and as she arose she noticed her face had changed. Her nose was more flattened and starting to fuse with her upper lip as her entire face pushed forward into a small muzzle. “Oh no no no no, this has to be some bad dream”, Trish blurted out. It was after that statement that her tongue began to change, growing thinner and longer to fit her new muzzle. Trish could feel her teeth shifting in her new mouth. Flattening and lengthening just like a set of llama teeth. Trish looked back in the mirror to see her ears, now poking out of her long red hair. They were starting to move upwards, as well as curve inward. A light dusting of wool was covering them. She also saw that her neck looked longer and that the wool was growing upwards from her chest, exposing itself above her collar. She had no idea what to do and backed into a corner. It was too late to run and look for help. She would only scare people with the way she looked now. A pressure soon made its presence as a large stub grew outward just above her ass. The stub swelled and lengthen a short bit before stopping, but not without shredding the back of her khakis and ripping her panties underneath. Trish looked down to see what has changed and saw her legs completely covered in long wool down to her ankles. Suddenly she saw the tips of her flats being stretched, as well as her toes going completely numb. As she tried to wriggle her toes, the material split forcefully to reveal that her once slender and delicate feet had changed to a mass with two thick toes and very solid tan toenails on each toe. Her heart continued to race as her hands finally shifted to match her toes and the wool began to grown completely on her arm. The top of her feet saw a growth of smaller fur that matched the tannish orange color of her wool. Out of nowhere a massive pop echoed in the room and she was forced onto all fours. Finally with her chest barreling outwards, her shirt was torn to shreds. As her hair fell out she thought back to her love for animals, this all might not be a bad thing. Her mind began to drift about the freedom of being an animal, when the door to the restroom was kicked in.

The llama that used to be Trish hissed and prepared to spit at the intruders. She started to kick and thrash when a sharp pain stung her from behind. Everything went black and she slumped to the ground. It seemed like days she was out, but eventually her eyes fluttered open. The hay tussled underneath her changed weight and she could see the red barn of the petting zoo. It took her a moment but she recognized this pen. As she turned around she saw the new young llama in the corner sleeping. Memories of the change came flooding back as she picked herself up. Her balance was off for a moment but in time she became adjusted. The sound of footsteps could be heard down in the barn and they appeared to be getting closer. Another volunteer came around the corner and let all the animals out into the yard to exercise and interact with the guests. Trish was still shell-shocked by the entire experience and stayed in a shady spot as her mind raced. A young boy began to approach her and she trotted back out of fear. Maybe it was just instinct, but she was not quick to trust anyone in her state of mind. The boy insisted and reached his hand out to pet down the back of the female llama. Trish immediately relaxed with the pleasurable sensation. She could have been pet for the rest of the day like this and she would not tire of it. The boy grabbed some food his parents surely paid for and offered it to Trish. She took the food instinctively and watched as the young boy ran off to see the other animals. “Simplicity”, was all Trish could think about as her eyes closed for a nap.

“Alright girl, in ya go” said one of the volunteers for the afternoon shift. “Just got to finish my rounds and soon I can head home to play some call of duty”. The llama lazily got up and allowed this human to walk her into the barn. As she approached the pen, she saw the other llama and was blindsided by her human memories. Her family, her friends, what did they think happened to her? Were they worried that she was missing? How come no one found it strange that her clothes were ripped apart on the floor? So many questions. Trish panicked and began to flail around. She moved her muzzle from side to side and as she tried to bite down on the rope and free herself, she heard a familiar cry of pain. The young volunteer jerked his hand away from the animal and called for help as he shut the gate to the llama pen.

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The Petting Zoo Incident (Teen into llama)

Trish was one of those volunteers that loved animals but could never handle doing the dirty work. The full time employees like to call them mollies, as in molysomophobia or the fear of dirt and grime. It was something that many volunteers were teased from because they were mostly kids who never knew what it takes to care for an animal 24/7. Trish was used to the taunting and shrugged it off. She loved animals and if working with them meant having to deal with the smelly cages and gross diet plans then so be it. She was finishing her rounds before heading home and had to make sure all the animals had been placed in their pens at the petting zoo area. As she made her way into the yard, she saw a few animals were still outside. Specifically the donkey, a few sheep, and the young llama. The donkey was pulled in easily and calmly walked into his stall to get some food. The sheep were a little more difficult and tried their best to run back out of their pen. Trish was lucky to have such quick reflexes and shut the gate in time. The sheep butted their heads a couple times but settled down soon after. Lastly the llama, which was just brought in a week ago. She was a rescue from an owner who kept exotic farm animals in the city. “Okay girl, let’s go back to your stall and you can eat your dinner” Trish said as she grabbed the rope and began guide the llama to her stall. Things were going according to plan until she and the llama got into the enclosed stall. The llama began to freak out and kick around yanking its neck in panic. The rope was pulled from Trish’s hand and as the llama pulled its head back it bit down on the young girl’s hand. “Ow, what the fuck!?” she shouted. One of the full time staff came sprinting in and created distance from the animal and Trish. “Stay back, did it hurt you?” asked the employee. Trish flashed her hand in the employees face and showed the bite mark which was starting to throb. “He bite me, but it isn’t bleeding or anything. I will just go clean it up, thanks for the rescue” she stated. The employee nodded at her and turned his attention back to the animal, trying to calm it down.

Trish burst into the staff area restroom and splashed water on her face. She felt like she was running some fever and her hand still ached a lot. She looked down and saw some swelling around the red areas. She just needed to clean up and get home. Sleep would do her good and she was calling it a day. After that incident just about anyone would. Trish turned to the door and reached her hand out when she saw a collection of thick wool sprouting on the outside of her wrist. She attempted to brush off the wool, thinking it was from the llama outside. To her surprise, she felt the brushing of the wool and knew at that moment that it was attached to her. She looked on as the wool slowly spread over her wrist and her fingers became more and more numb. At that moment her nose began to itch and she felt herself having to sneeze. Letting herself sneeze she leaned forward from the force and as she arose she noticed her face had changed. Her nose was more flattened and starting to fuse with her upper lip as her entire face pushed forward into a small muzzle. “Oh no no no no, this has to be some bad dream”, Trish blurted out. It was after that statement that her tongue began to change, growing thinner and longer to fit her new muzzle. Trish could feel her teeth shifting in her new mouth. Flattening and lengthening just like a set of llama teeth. Trish looked back in the mirror to see her ears, now poking out of her long red hair. They were starting to move upwards, as well as curve inward. A light dusting of wool was covering them. She also saw that her neck looked longer and that the wool was growing upwards from her chest, exposing itself above her collar. She had no idea what to do and backed into a corner. It was too late to run and look for help. She would only scare people with the way she looked now. A pressure soon made its presence as a large stub grew outward just above her ass. The stub swelled and lengthen a short bit before stopping, but not without shredding the back of her khakis and ripping her panties underneath. Trish looked down to see what has changed and saw her legs completely covered in long wool down to her ankles. Suddenly she saw the tips of her flats being stretched, as well as her toes going completely numb. As she tried to wriggle her toes, the material split forcefully to reveal that her once slender and delicate feet had changed to a mass with two thick toes and very solid tan toenails on each toe. Her heart continued to race as her hands finally shifted to match her toes and the wool began to grown completely on her arm. The top of her feet saw a growth of smaller fur that matched the tannish orange color of her wool. Out of nowhere a massive pop echoed in the room and she was forced onto all fours. Finally with her chest barreling outwards, her shirt was torn to shreds. As her hair fell out she thought back to her love for animals, this all might not be a bad thing. Her mind began to drift about the freedom of being an animal, when the door to the restroom was kicked in.

The llama that used to be Trish hissed and prepared to spit at the intruders. She started to kick and thrash when a sharp pain stung her from behind. Everything went black and she slumped to the ground. It seemed like days she was out, but eventually her eyes fluttered open. The hay tussled underneath her changed weight and she could see the red barn of the petting zoo. It took her a moment but she recognized this pen. As she turned around she saw the new young llama in the corner sleeping. Memories of the change came flooding back as she picked herself up. Her balance was off for a moment but in time she became adjusted. The sound of footsteps could be heard down in the barn and they appeared to be getting closer. Another volunteer came around the corner and let all the animals out into the yard to exercise and interact with the guests. Trish was still shell-shocked by the entire experience and stayed in a shady spot as her mind raced. A young boy began to approach her and she trotted back out of fear. Maybe it was just instinct, but she was not quick to trust anyone in her state of mind. The boy insisted and reached his hand out to pet down the back of the female llama. Trish immediately relaxed with the pleasurable sensation. She could have been pet for the rest of the day like this and she would not tire of it. The boy grabbed some food his parents surely paid for and offered it to Trish. She took the food instinctively and watched as the young boy ran off to see the other animals. “Simplicity”, was all Trish could think about as her eyes closed for a nap.

“Alright girl, in ya go” said one of the volunteers for the afternoon shift. “Just got to finish my rounds and soon I can head home to play some call of duty”. The llama lazily got up and allowed this human to walk her into the barn. As she approached the pen, she saw the other llama and was blindsided by her human memories. Her family, her friends, what did they think happened to her? Were they worried that she was missing? How come no one found it strange that her clothes were ripped apart on the floor? So many questions. Trish panicked and began to flail around. She moved her muzzle from side to side and as she tried to bite down on the rope and free herself, she heard a familiar cry of pain. The young volunteer jerked his hand away from the animal and called for help as he shut the gate to the llama pen.