“State your first names for the record, pledges. You haven’t earned the right to use your full name yet.”
“I’m Nicole”
“I’m Cassidy”
To an outside observer, one might think a cult was about to either recruit some new inductees or sacrifice them. Seven women in lilac hooded robes stood in a circle around two terrified heavy-set women: one, a dark-skinned blonde in a green poodle sweater, the other ivory-skinned with black hair and a white polo. The room seemed to be an endless expanse of black, as the only available light was the bright red candles the hooded figures held.
“You had many choices for a sorority. Why come to us?” The leader asked, her status marked by a gold stripe down her hood. Cassidy, the girl in the white polo didn’t speak, but fidgeted with her pigtails, unable to meet anyone’s hidden glance.
“Because you’re terrifying.” Nicole, in green, stammered out. “That is, neither of us are very brave. So my friend and I, we wanted to go join the most mysterious, eerie sorority out there. You know, to prove ourselves?”
“Interesting reasoning. You don’t know what we stand for, and yet you’re willing to join us.” Some chuckles were heard from the seven. “Well, it has been a while since someone joined our rather small sorority. I might be willing to let you in…”
“Yay” Cassidy squeaked
“…but you must complete three tasks first. You may complete them one at a time or tackle multiple tasks at once. You can’t know what a task is until you accept it, though.”
The girls thought about it for a moment, whispering among themselves.
“We want to get this over with.” Cassidy said, “We want to do all three at once.”
“Oh, daring are we?” the leader said, “If you win, you’ll fit right in. Lose, and you can try again.”
“So what is Omicron Omega Omicron about anyway?” asked Nicole
“Here are your three tasks!” the leader said, steamrolling the question.
Back at their dorm, the two girls sat on Nicole’s bed, mortified. Both were thankful it was a Saturday and neither of them had classes. It was also fortuitous they shared a dorm, so they could hide while still following the sorority’s rules. At least they had chosen to do all three tasks at once, so they had to endure for only 24 hours instead of the 72 they would have to do if they did the tasks one at a time. But, what a position to be in! Cassidy leaned into her roommate, almost close enough to kiss, and felt the by now too familiar rubbing of her huge, bare belly against Nicole’s. She didn’t want to admit it, but the feeling was actually kind of nice. There was something about getting her belly rubbed and squished that always made Cassidy feel cared for. Perhaps it was because when she was a baby, she would get her belly rubbed after a big meal. But currently, it also made her anxiety over their current situation go down just a bit. When she was so squished up against her friend that their bras touched, she could reach the item she was looking for; her soda, which she tried to bring to her lips with some difficulty. The handcuffs binding each girls’ wrists behind the other simply didn’t allow for that much motion, particularly due to their big bellies squishing and mushing together, forming a jiggly wall between them.
Nicole was not having fun. She was at least thankful that the sorority women had allowed them to go to their dorms before starting the 24 hour challenge, but she was still unhappy with her current predicament. Until midnight the next night, she and Cassidy were allowed to wear their underwear but nothing else. They may have been roommates, but Cassidy and Nicole were still very shy and hadn’t even seen each other change before now. This was a whole new experience. To make matters worse, Cassidy kept trying to grab things behind her, resulting in a lot of leaning in and pressing their bellies together. She seemed to be tugging at something, like she couldn’t quite reach. That was, until Cassidy leaned even further in, making their fat, puffy cheeks rub and mash just like their bellies. Cassidy was practically in Nicole’s lap, which made Cassidy blush and her stomach turn. Was all this worth it for what was just another sip of soda? Then an unpleasant sensation hit her.
“Um…Cassidy?”
“What?”
“I have to use the bathroom.”
“Like hell you do! I’m not going out there like this.”
“It’s midnight. No one will see us.”
“Fine. Time to test trial number three.”
After making sure no one was in the dorm hall leading to the bathroom, Nicole and Cassidy dragged themselves out the door and to their destination. The dragging part was literal; each of them had a cuff around each ankle, which attached to a ball and chain for each leg. And these balls and chains were heave, each girl carrying about half her not insignificant weight. Each step was a struggle, not just because neither girl was particularly strong, but also because they had to walk at strange angles to accommodate the other. Worst of all, however, was the noise. The constant loud clattering of the chains would, in the girls’ minds, inevitably wake up someone in the dorm. That didn’t happen, however, and once in the bathroom, due to the accursed handcuffs, each had to, with red faces, act as the others’ hands. Plus, that lead to a lot of belly squishing and uncomfortable closeness. After that ordeal, Nicole and Cassidy dragged themselves back to their dorm, and killed about ten hours sleeping (awkwardly, both due to the intimacy of the situation and the fact that, due to the cuffs, each girl was sleeping on the other’s arm.
The rest of their day was spent hiding in their dorm, watching movies, eating what little food was stored in their mini fridge, wishing they could wipe up the sweat that pooled between their soft, round tummies (although it did mean more sliding and thus rubbing), and generally avoiding people. That night, at 2330, the girls made their way to the sorority house. It was next door, but with those heavy weights, it would take a while. Though both were thankful they lived on the first floor, they were even more thankful they would soon be free. And the many mosquitoes out that night were thankful they had such large prey with no way of defending themselves.
“You’re 3.5 minutes late.” The sorority leader said as the girls, with exhausted strain, cleared the threshold. “But given the circumstances, I’ll let it go. Are you ready to be free now?”
“YES!” Nicole and Cassidy cried with renewed boldness.
“Sounds good. Stacey, get the key. And while that’s going on, let me tell you about your new sisterhood. We love games, challenges and bets. This kind of stuff is done all the time, but usually more subtly. For example, I can’t wear any underwear for a week and the girls decide my outfit each day. Fran and Fan are seeing who can last longer with a-”
“Boss, that one’s private!” said one of the hooded women, obviously flustered.
“My point is, we also choose prizes and penalties for each challenge and-Stacey! What is taking so long?”
“It’s not here, boss!” a shaky voice answered from the darkness. “There was a note. That frat down the street took the key.”
Nicole’s boldness turned to panic again. “Then we can just cut these chains, right!?”
“’Fraid not, kid.” The leader said, “Those chains and cuffs are industrial steel. Even if we could pay a shop student to cut them, it probably wouldn’t work.”
“What do we do then?” asked Cassidy
“For now, get to bed. You can use one of our sorority beds as they’re yours now too. We’ll figure this out in the morning. We’ll figure out how to get those guys to return the key.”
“Assuming they still have the key.” Stacey said
“Stacey!” snapped the leader, “Your punishment has been extended another week!”
“Yes, ma’am.”
With heavy hearts and heavier chains, Nicole and Cassidy dragged themselves into the bedroom and collapsed into a bed. Somehow, those weights felt heavier than before.