Take it off

Rose swallowed. She had ****. Tentatively, she pulled off her boots. kicking them to the side. One of the boys picked one of them up, giving it a sniff and making a grossed out face.

"Eww! Her shoes smell like Fathier poo!" the other two kids ran over and smelled it too, falling over and giggling. Rose closed her eyes and tried to fight off the blush that quickly overwhelmed her cheeks. She had a job to do! She couldn't stop just because some kids made fun of her!

"Hurry it up Captain Stinkboots!" the girl said loudly. The other two kids started laughing as Rose cringed and looked around.

"N-not so loud!" she said timidly. "And my name is Rose, not Stinkboots!" She immediately felt a huge sense of shame for letting the name calling get to her.

"Whatever, Stinkboots, just come on already."

Rose sighed, and then, steeling herself, reached for the zipper of her suit, unfastening it, and then quickly pulling it down to her chest, revealing her black sports bra. It hugged her moderately sized breasts tightly. They sat high and perky on her chest. The bra was slightly too small for her, Rose had always forgotten to go shopping for new clothes as she didn't really enjoy that sort of thing. As a result, they bulged against the fabric, making them look even bigger than they were. The childish giggling that followed tore through her, making her feel pathetic. She turned away from the three with her head down. Trembling, she lowered the zipper down to her waist, showing her surprisingly flat stomach. She shrugged her arms out of the sleeves and let them fall. Why did she have to be so embarrassed? She'd seen both male and female mechanics do this when it got too hot tons of times. She gritted her teeth and slid off her belt, then glanced down at the jumpsuit bunched around her waist. Wanting to get the whole thing over with, she quickly grabbed it and bent over, pulling it down to her ankles. The mothion was so fast it caused her large rear to jiggle slightly. The result was even more humiliating than she expected. She'd forgotten the panties she was wearing. Normally she'd just wear black tights, but they had been dirty that morning. Instead, she'd been **** to wear her old bright pink panties, decorated with flowers. What's worse, they had ridden up a bit, giving her a wedgie and leaving the non-blushing cheeks mostly bare. Behind her the kids burst out laughing.

"Look at the size of that thing!"

"It's almost as big as a Fathier's butt!"

"Maybe she's part Fathier, and that's why she wants to save them!"

While not large enough to be flabby, Rose's butt was quite a bit bigger than it appeared thanks to her bulky jumpsuit. It was easily the part of her body that she was the most embarrassed about, despite her friends constantly trying to tell her that it wasn't that bad. She was so embarrassed by it, she couldn't even bring herself to ever wear normal pants. And now it was on display to a group of children, who laughed and mocked her.

"Quiet! It's not funny!" Stop laughing right now!" She'd wanted to sound commanding, but her voice came out whiny and trembling. Of course, it had the opposite affect of making the kids laugh even harder.

Rose tried to quickly turn back around while still bent over grasping her suit, but yelped as her hands got tangled and she tripped, managing to fall flat on her face in the dirty stables. Her butt stuck up in the air as she lay stunned temporarily, moaning. The kids giggled and ran behind her to get a better look, making more hurtful comments. The girl, turning to the other two, nodded, grinning viciously. She held up three fingers, then two, then one, and once she had a closed fist, the two boys slapped her butt as hard as they could, one on her left cheek, and one on her right. Rose shrieked, quickly scrambling to her feet and turning to regard the troublemakers. She was quite a sight to behold. Her smooth, pale skin was covered in sweat from being in an enclosed space for so long. Her face had a little dirt on it from her fall, but her blushing face was quite visible through it all. Her body could best be described as lightly plump, not chubby, but not thin either. Her legs were drawn close together, her knees shaking. She had her arms behind her back, trying to fix her wedgie. Her black hair was messy and ruffled. She felt totally ridiculous. She was so humiliated she couldn't even speak as the children rolled on the ground, laughing at her. Finally, she fixed her underwear, so that it covered more of her butt, and, still feeling horribly exposed, slunk over to the Fathiers with her head down.