THE SORORITY'S SECRET (XWG)

Brianna adjusted her red devil costume—a curve-hugging dress with a short skirt and a pair of horns perched atop her flowing black hair. The fabric clung perfectly to her toned figure, honed from years of volleyball practice, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit smug as she strode into the sorority house. She’d seen some of the other freshmen picking out costumes at the campus Halloween store: cheap fairy wings, cutesy animal ears, glittery tiaras. Pathetic. Brianna was here to stand out.

The sorority house was draped in dark, gothic decor that transformed it into a haunted mansion. The entry hall flickered with candlelight from elaborate candelabras, casting long shadows that stretched across walls covered in cobwebs and faux blood. Girls milled around, most of them freshman like herself, looking wide-eyed and nervous. Soft, haunting music played in the background, underscoring the hum of whispered conversations and occasional bursts of laughter.

Taking a deep breath, Brianna stepped further into the room, her nerves beginning to ease as she took in the friendly faces and the almost magical atmosphere. Yet, her teammates were nowhere to be found, and an inexplicable tension hung in the air.

A hush fell as a tall girl with flowing black hair, dressed in an elegant dark angel costume, stepped onto a small platform in the center of the room. She was beautiful in a sharp, commanding way, her eyes gleaming as she surveyed the crowd. “Welcome, ladies!” she announced, her voice both warm and filled with an authority that made everyone fall silent. “Tonight, you’ve been chosen to join our sorority in a very special Halloween initiation.” She paused, letting her gaze drift over the crowd, a sly smile spreading across her face. “If you make it through the night, you’ll be one of us. We have a buffet so everyone help yourselves.” She gestured toward the back of the room, where a long table was laid out with a lavish buffet, at its center a giant punch bowl that seemed to glow with an otherworldly light.

“Let’s start with a toast,” the sorority president continued, motioning to a line of girls who stepped forward, each holding a tray filled with glasses of the glowing punch. Brianna took a glass and joined in as the others clinked glasses. She hesitated for a moment before taking a sip, but the drink was irresistibly sweet, with a warmth that spread through her chest and into her limbs, easing her remaining nerves. It left her feeling strangely light-headed, almost giddy. An unexpected hunger stirred within her belly, and before she knew it, she’d taken a second sip, then a third. The warmth spread through her limbs, leaving her feeling looser, more at ease. It’s just the drink, she told herself, rolling her eyes at her own nerves. Just relax and enjoy the party.

The other freshmen seemed to be feeling it, too. Some of them were already making their way to the buffet, their eyes wide with barely restrained greed. Brianna snickered to herself as she watched one girl in a pink fairy costume pile her plate with cupcakes and cookies. “Someone clearly doesn’t have any self-control.” She thought to herself

Following the crowd, Brianna strolled over to the buffet, picking up a plate with the intention of nibbling on a few things, nothing crazy. But the scent of the food was intoxicating, and before she knew it, she’d grabbed a handful of pizza rolls, a slider, and a couple of chocolate-dipped strawberries. She glanced around, noticing other girls doing the same, their eyes half-lidded with pleasure as they stuffed their faces. Some of them were already going back for seconds.

Brianna felt a smirk tugging at her lips. “Yikes.”

As she took a bite of a slider, the savory taste exploded in her mouth, sending a shiver of satisfaction down her spine. She wasn’t going to let loose like them, though. A few treats were fine, she had no intention of gorging herself like the girl across from her, who was already polishing off her second slice of cheesecake. Brianna snickered. “Looks like someone forgot to count her calories today.”

Across the buffet, she noticed a girl in a cat costume piling her plate with alarming speed. The girl caught Brianna’s eye and offered a hesitant smile, her cheeks flushed. She was a little on the plump side already, and Brianna thought, “Maybe lay off the brownies, kitty cat.” But she returned the smile, raising her glass in a mock toast. “Looks like you’re having a good time,” she said, letting a trace of sarcasm slip into her tone.

The girl in the cat costume laughed, awkwardly, and raised her glass in return. “Hey, it’s a party, right? Might as well enjoy the free food,” she said, stuffing a brownie into her mouth.

“I guess,” Brianna replied, trying not to let her judgment show too clearly. “But, you know… moderation.”

The girl rolled her eyes, laughing through her mouthful. “I’m on the swim team, I’ll burn it off at my next practice,” she replied, already reaching for another cupcake.

Brianna bit back a snide remark, distracted by a strange sensation. Her waistband was starting to feel… tighter. She shifted uncomfortably, wondering if her devil costume had somehow shrunk. “I didn’t eat that much,” she told herself, tugging subtly at her waistband, trying to make a little more room without drawing attention.

Nearby, another freshman was making a spectacle of herself, piling her plate with a ridiculous assortment of snacks—wings, cookies, and a slice of pie. Brianna watched her with thinly veiled disgust. “Good luck fitting into your costume next year,” she thought, her lips curling into a smirk as she took another dainty bite of her brownie. She prided herself on her self-control, her ability to maintain her figure even around temptation.

But as the night went on, she couldn’t ignore the growing pressure in her stomach. Her belly felt uncomfortably full, and her costume, which had fit like a glove earlier, was starting to feel… restrictive. “It’s just bloating,” she assured herself, sucking in her stomach. One night of snacks isn’t going to ruin anything.

Yet, despite her intentions, she found herself reaching for more food, almost on autopilot. The warmth of the punch still lingered, clouding her judgment, making each bite feel irresistibly good. She could feel the seams of her costume pressing into her sides, but she ignored it, focusing instead on the plate in front of her.

Across the table, a girl in a Playboy bunny costume—Jessie—was watching her with a smirk of her own. “Looks like someone’s got an appetite,” Jessie said, raising an eyebrow as Brianna took another cupcake.

Brianna flushed, feeling a strange mix of embarrassment and irritation. “I’m just… sampling a few things,” she replied, setting down the cupcake as if she hadn’t intended to eat it all along.

Jessie shrugged, eyeing her plate, which was already empty. “Right. Just sampling.” Her eyes flicked down to Brianna’s stomach, where her costume was starting to ride up ever so slightly. Brianna’s cheeks reddened, and she quickly tugged her dress down, forcing a laugh out of Jessie.

“Don’t worry,” Brianna said, her voice tight with irritation. “I won’t be partaking in any more of this junk.” But as she said it, her stomach gave an uncomfortable gurgle, and she glanced longingly back at the buffet, where a fresh tray of mini-sliders had just been set down.

Jessie laughed, clearly amused. “Sure. Whatever you say, girl.” She gave Brianna a playful nudge and sauntered off, her own costume looking snugger than it had earlier, though she seemed blissfully unaware.

As Brianna took another sip of punch, she felt her inhibitions slipping even further. “It’s just one night”, she rationalized. “It’s not like I’m going to let myself go.” She eyed the dessert table again, reaching for a frosted cookie before she could stop herself. She barely noticed the way her dress dug into her stomach or the small roll starting to form beneath the edge of her top.

Meanwhile, the sorority sisters watched from across the room, smirking as they observed the subtle changes taking place. Sara leaned over to one of the other dark angels and murmured, “Look at them, they don’t even realize what’s happening.”

The other sister chuckled. “Give them time. They’ll be waddling out of here by the end of the night.”

Back at the buffet, Brianna was still telling herself that she was in control, even as she reached for another slider. She couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that her costume was getting tighter, but she brushed it off, focusing instead on judging the girl next to her, who was on her third plate of cookies. “At least I’m not as bad as her”, Brianna thought, rolling her eyes as she took another bite, completely unaware of the soft swell forming around her own middle.

Nearby, she caught sight of the petite brunette in the fairy costume who seemed completely oblivious to the way her belly was starting to press against the waistband of her skirt. The girl was piling her plate with cupcakes and cookies, stuffing her face with an eagerness that Brianna found almost embarrassing. “Does she not realize how ridiculous she looks?”

Sara watched Brianna with a smirk, eyes flicking pointedly to the growing bulge under the fabric of her devil costume. “Enjoying yourself?” Sara’s tone was smooth, her smile edged with mockery. “You seem to be getting into the spirit of things.”

Brianna forced a laugh, bristling at the attention. “It’s Halloween,” she replied with a shrug. “Figured I might as well enjoy myself.”

Sara’s smile grew wider, almost predatory. “Oh, you’re definitely enjoying yourself,” she replied, her gaze lingering on Brianna’s middle.

Brianna’s cheeks reddened, but before she could retort, the punch’s warmth settled over her again, clouding her annoyance. “It’s just a party.” She told herself she’d only indulge for a little longer, reaching for another slider even as her stomach expanded into the newly freed space.

The sorority sisters watched with wicked smiles as Brianna and the other freshmen continued to indulge, their laughter filling the room as their bodies softened and rounded, costumes straining against their expanding figures. It was exactly what the seniors had planned—a night of transformation and indulgence.

An hour into the party, Brianna's red devil mini dress was so tight that it looked more like a band stretched over her middle than a proper dress. Her belly pressed against the fabric, and each attempt to tug it down over her bloated midsection was futile. The snug costume bit into her softening waist, highlighting her new curves in ways that should have alarmed her, but instead, a warm haze from the punch numbed her sense of restraint. Every few minutes, she’d catch herself reaching for another treat without thinking, stuffing her mouth with rich desserts, savory sliders, and anything else that tempted her from the overflowing buffet.

Glancing around, Brianna noticed that most of the other girls were looking equally constrained in their costumes. Rounded bellies, thickened thighs, and chubby arms pushed against the seams of their outfits, stretching the fabrics to their limits. Some costumes had already given way, tearing along seams and ripping in places that exposed soft rolls of flesh. Yet no one seemed to care or even notice their own state of undress, though plenty of them cast judgmental glances at each other.

Across the room, the girl in the fairy costume had been the first to experience a wardrobe malfunction. Her once-flowy skirt was now stretched taut around her waist, leaving her belly fully exposed and wobbling as she moved. The wings strapped to her back looked ridiculous on her bloated frame, flapping awkwardly each time she leaned down for another bite which caused her dress to tear. All that remained of her costume were her wings and a too-small bra and panties that barely contained her. Her belly and thighs were so large that they jiggled with each movement, but the fairy girl seemed completely oblivious, blissfully shoveling frosted cupcakes into her mouth.

Watching the scene, Brianna rolled her eyes, barely suppressing a smirk. Figures. Some people just have no shame.” She thought, looking around to see if anyone else noticed. Her gaze landed on Jessie, who was standing nearby with her plate piled high, watching the fairy girl with the same look of disdain.

Jessie sidled up to Brianna, her Playboy bunny costume looking strained. The fabric of her tights was pulled so tight over her hips and thighs that it had become nearly transparent, and the fluffy tail was barely hanging on. “I mean, look at her,” Jessie muttered to Brianna, jerking her chin toward the fairy girl, who was obliviously stuffing her mouth, her wings fluttering each time she leaned forward for another cupcake. “She’s completely lost control.”

Brianna smirked, leaning in. “Tell me about it. I didn’t think fairies were supposed to be that… substantial.” They both watched as the fairy girl tried to pull her bra up, clearly unaware that her stomach was fully exposed, spilling over her panties. Each move caused her wings to twitch, and another seam of her bra popped slightly, as if in protest.

Their laughter faded as they noticed another girl, seated alone at a table nearby. The girl who had been originally wearing the sleek black cat costume, but she had now clearly outgrew it. The tight black bodysuit lay discarded on the floor beside her, leaving her in just her bra and underwear with a pair of cat ears and a black eye mask still perched on her face. She was hunched over a large chocolate cake that had been set in front of her by one of the sorority sisters, practically inhaling it as though her life depended on it.

The cat girl’s body was a sight to behold. Her belly pressed out in a soft, round mass that rested heavily on her lap. They watched on as she shoveled heaping forkfuls of cake into her mouth. Her fingers were smeared with frosting, and streaks of chocolate covered her cheeks. She leaned forward, taking greedy bites that caused her belly to spread even further over her thighs, pressing against the edge of the table. Each bite seemed more indulgent than the last, and frosting dripped from her lips as she moaned in satisfaction, entirely absorbed in her feast.

“Wow,” Brianna muttered, her voice dripping with scorn. “She’s not even trying to hide it.”

Jessie’s eyes narrowed as she watched the cat girl lick frosting from her fingers, unconcerned with the mess she was making or the way her bloated body sprawled out. “Can you imagine?” Jessie sneered, barely containing her disgust. “She looks like she’s going to eat herself into oblivion. Honestly, someone should have told her Halloween costumes aren’t supposed to be… optional.”

Brianna snorted, feeling a wave of satisfaction at the cat girl’s expense. “Is she even aware of where she is right now?” she whispered, a wicked smile forming on her lips. “She’s like a pig at a trough.”

As they both watched, one of the dark angel sorority sisters approached the cat girl with a napkin and a patronizing smile. “You missed a spot,” she murmured, handing the napkin to her. The cat girl barely acknowledged her, wiping a bit of frosting off her cheek before immediately diving back into the cake, her eyes glazed over with a dazed hunger.

The sorority sister exchanged a smirk with another dark angel. “Absolutely shameless,” she whispered, loud enough for Brianna and Jessie to overhear. “She’s practically rolling in it.”

Jessie and Brianna exchanged a smug glance, feeling a rush of superiority over the gluttonous cat girl. But as Brianna turned back to her own plate, her stomach gave an unexpected, uncomfortable gurgle. She opened her mouth to say something witty to Jessie, but instead, a loud, involuntary burp escaped her lips. She slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes wide with embarrassment as her cheeks flushed red.

Jessie stared at her in surprise before bursting into laughter, covering her mouth to stifle her cackles. “Oh my god, girl!” she managed, struggling to contain her mirth. “Did that just come out of you!?”

Brianna’s face burned as she tried to maintain her composure. “It was the punch,” she mumbled, mortified. But then she heard a loud rip. She looked over to see Jessie’s bunny costume tearing down the side, exposing the soft, fleshy curve of her hip and a wide expanse of her thigh.

Jessie’s laughter died instantly, her face going bright red. “Oh my god!” she gasped, scrambling to cover herself. “This stupid costume!” She tried to hold the torn fabric together, but the damage was too extensive. Her cheeks turned bright red as she looked around, mortified by the scene she was making.

Brianna couldn’t help it—she burst into laughter, clutching her own belly as she watched Jessie struggle. “Karma’s a bitch, huh?” she teased, feeling a surge of satisfaction at Jessie’s misfortune.

Before Jessie could respond, the sorority president’s voice echoed through the room. “Ladies! Dessert is now being served!” A cheer went up as the girls surged toward the dessert table, piling their plates with sweets—cream puffs, chocolate eclairs, mini cheesecakes, and bowls of soft-serve ice cream.

As they loaded up their plates, the sorority girls began guiding them to tables, arranging the freshmen into small groups. Brianna was directed to a table along with Jessie, who had by now abandoned her ripped costume and was sitting in just her bra, underwear, and bunny ears, looking a mixture of mortified and defiant. Brianna eyed her with a raised brow, noticing just how much space Jessie’s body took up, her belly and thighs soft and heavy. She wondered if Jessie had always been that large, or if the indulgence tonight had simply brought her size into sharper focus.

Jessie caught her looking and rolled her eyes. Something wrong?” she snapped

Brianna shook her head, trying to act indifferent. “Just… didn’t realize you were so, uh… nevermind.” But even as she said it, she felt her own belly pressing uncomfortably against the table edge, her once-snug devil costume failing to cover the soft swell spilling over her lap.

“Whatever.” Jessie responded while reaching for a donut from her plate and biting into it defiantly. “Yeah, well, I’m not the only one stuffing my face,” she muttered, her gaze flicking pointedly to Brianna’s exposed stomach.

Brianna rolled her eyes and turned her attention to the other girls at the table, only to feel a surge of annoyance. Sitting on her left was the fairy girl, now practically spilling out of her bra and panties, her soft stomach pressing against the table. Her belly now forming two rolls and her breasts spilling out the sides and overflowing the top of her bra, but the fairy girl seemed completely oblivious, blissfully devouring an enormous slice of cake with a carefree smile.

“Oh, great,” Brianna muttered under her breath.

“Why do I have to be at the table with the fattest girls here?” She glanced at the other tables, where some girls were still managing to keep their costumes somewhat intact, then looked back at the fairy girl. “Are you even wearing any underwear?!”

The fairy girl flushed, looking hurt. “I am!” she protested, lifting her side belly roll to show Brianna the waistband of her underwear, which had nearly disappeared beneath her swollen belly. “It’s just… you know, hidden.”

Brianna scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, sure. It’s hidden, alright.” She turned away, grabbing another cream puff from her plate, trying to ignore the way her own belly was pressing against the tight fabric of her dress

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The sorority sisters watched the scene from across the room, exchanging knowing smirks. One of them nudged Sara, murmuring with amusement, “Look at them. Still judging each other while they burst out of their clothes. They’re clueless.”

Sara smirked, her gaze lingering on the cat girl, who was still engrossed in her cake, frosting covering her lips and fingers. “And they’re not even slowing down. It’s like watching a slow-motion train wreck.”

Another sister laughed softly, gesturing toward Brianna, who was squirming as she tried to adjust her too-tight dress. “Think they realize how ridiculous they look?”

“Not a chance,” Sara replied, her eyes gleaming. “They’re completely oblivious.” Her gaze returned to the table, where Brianna, Jessie, the fairy girl, and the cat girl were all steadily working through their desserts, their rounded bodies practically spilling over the table.

As the desserts disappeared, one of the sorority sisters approached Brianna, her voice laced with mock concern. “Need a little help there?” she asked, gesturing to Brianna’s midsection.

Brianna frowned. “What are you talking about?”

The sorority sister raised an eyebrow, glancing pointedly at Brianna’s costume. “Your dress doesn’t seem to be covering much of you anymore. We could help you… slip out of it if that would make things easier.”

Brianna looked down, realizing just how exposed she was. Her belly was fully visible, pressing out from beneath the hem of her dress. Despite her embarrassment, the idea of taking off her too-tight dress sounded tempting. She was practically bursting out of it.

“Fine,” she muttered, allowing the sorority sister to help her slide the dress up over her head. She was left sitting in her bra and underwear just like the rest of the girls at the table. Her bloated belly resting heavily on her lap. The relief was immediate, and despite her embarrassment, she felt a strange sense of freedom.

Now, every girl at the table was stripped down, too bloated and flabby to fit into their costumes. Jessie, in her bra and underwear, continued to eat with gusto, her belly pressing against the edge of the table. The fairy girl on Brianna’s left was devouring a mountain of eclairs. And in front of Brianna, the cat girl—still in her ears and mask was completely absorbed in her new dessert tray.

The sorority sisters exchanged wicked smiles, their eyes glinting with satisfaction as they observed the freshmen’s oblivious indulgence.

Brianna’s fingers hovered possessively over her plate as she watched the other freshmen around her devolve into greedy, mindless eating machines. Frosting-smeared cheeks, crumbs clinging to bare skin, hands grabbing for any remaining scraps pigs” she thought with a sneer. These girls were devouring her favorite treats like animals, oblivious to how foolish they looked.

Scowling, Brianna snatched a twinkie right off the plate of a girl across from her, who was too dazed to protest. She stuffed it in her mouth, chewing aggressively as she glared at her oblivious peers. “She doesn't need all that. I mean look at her, I’m practically doing her a favor.”

To her right, Jessie was an absolute spectacle. Her once-snug Playboy bunny costume had disintegrated, leaving her sprawled across two chairs, her hips so wide they spilled over each side. Her thighs were covered in rolls and pressed against each other with nowhere else to go, and her belly rested heavily in her lap, rising and falling with each shuddering breath. Face-first in a half-demolished carrot cake, Jessie had frosting smeared across her cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with gluttonous delight.

Brianna opened her mouth, a snarky comment ready on her tongue, when there was a loud riiiip. Jessie’s panties tore straight down the middle, the waistband snapping against her skin, exposing the soft swell of her bare hips and backside to the entire room. She didn’t even blink, too busy shoveling cake into her mouth to care that she was practically naked.

"Classy" Brianna muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

But before she could fully enjoy Jessie’s humiliation, Brianna caught movement out of the corner of her eye. The fairy girl was reaching forward for another cupcake when the overstretched strap of her bra snapped with an audible pop. Her face flushed with embarrassment as her breasts spilled out, dropping into the plate of pastries. She looked around, wide-eyed, as if hoping no one had noticed.

Unfortunately for her, Brianna was watching. She raised an eyebrow, giving the girl a slow, judgmental once-over. “Jesus, some people just don't know when to stop”, she thought, suppressing a smirk as the fairy girl scrambled to cover herself, her cheeks burning. But embarrassment didn’t stop her from reaching for another cupcake, and Brianna watched with satisfaction as the girl crammed it into her mouth, clearly too far gone to care about dignity.

Straight ahead, the cat girl was a whole other kind of disaster. She was fully nude now, her black bodysuit discarded somewhere on the floor, leaving only her cat ears to remind anyone of her costume. Her enormous belly hung down past her knees, spreading across her thighs in a thick, doughy roll that swayed gently as she leaned forward, devouring an entire cheesecake by herself. Her fingers were smeared with filling and crumbs, and frosting dotted her lips and chins, giving her a look of feral desperation.

As the cat girl polished off the last slice, her gaze drifted to Brianna’s plate, where a pristine tres leches cake sat untouched. Her eyes lit up with hunger, and she licked her lips, swallowing heavily.

"Hey" she mumbled, barely able to form words around her heavy breaths. "Can I… can I have some of that? Tres leches is my favorite…"

Brianna’s expression hardened. “No,” she snapped, pulling the plate closer. “Get your own fatty.” She watched with smug satisfaction as the cat girl’s face fell, her cheeks flushing with frustration.

The cat girl tried to push herself up from her chair, her body straining as she struggled to lift her massive belly off her thighs. But her arms trembled under her own weight, and she barely managed to rise an inch before collapsing back down with a defeated gasp, her belly slapping against her knees.

Seeing her helplessness, a few sorority sisters strode over with wicked smiles, exchanging amused glances as they each grabbed an arm, hoisting the girl to her feet. The cat girl let out a small whimper as they helped her waddle away, her belly swinging heavily from side to side like a pendulum. She was completely naked, her bloated body jiggling with each awkward, shuffling step.

One of the sorority sisters held a strange, keg-like container with a long tube attached. With a smirk, she brought the tube to the cat girl’s lips. “Drink up, kitty,” she cooed, and the cat girl obediently wrapped her lips around the tube, gulping down the thick, sugary liquid that flowed from it.

Brianna and Jessie exchanged a wicked grin, snickering as the cat girl was led away.

“Good riddance,” Brianna sneered, her gaze lingering on the buffet table, now mostly emptied of her favorite treats. “More food for us.”

Jessie chuckled, reaching for a glazed donut, her belly pressing against the edge of the table. “Honestly, can you believe her? She was practically… bursting.”

Brianna rolled her eyes, picking up her own dessert—a plate loaded with cream puffs, chocolate éclairs and her tres leches cake . “At least I have some control”, she thought with satisfaction, biting into a cream puff.

But before she could savor the victory, a sharp, splintering crack echoed through the room. Brianna barely had time to register the sound before her chair gave way beneath her, the steel legs collapsing with a loud crash. She hit the floor in a heap, her body jiggling as her overfed belly spilled out in all directions. Her bra and panties, stretched to their limits, snapped in unison, leaving her entirely exposed.

A horrified silence fell over the room as Brianna lay sprawled on the floor, her soft, heavy body on full display. She tried to push herself up, but her lard filled bingo wings couldn't handle her new bulk, leaving her pinned down. She looked around, cheeks burning as she realized she couldn’t lift herself—she was too large, too weak, too helpless.

Across from her, Jessie’s face lit up with wicked glee. She elbowed the fairy girl, who stifled a giggle behind her hand.

“Guess her chair was no match for her giant ass,” Jessie sneered, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Need a hand there fatso?”

The fairy girl smirked, taking another bite of a cupcake. “Maybe we should get her a tube like they gave the cat girl. She still seems… hungry.”

Brianna glared at them, but her fury only deepened her helplessness. Before she could retort, several sorority sisters approached, smirking as they bent down to lift her. Their hands gripped her arms and shoulders, struggling to haul her to her feet. It took four of them to get her upright, her body jiggling with each tug and pull.

One of the sisters leaned close, her breath warm against Brianna’s ear. “We’ve got a special room set up for you,” she whispered, her voice dripping with condescension as she shoved the tub in her mouth. 

They guided her through a side door, practically dragging her as she stumbled along, her swollen belly swaying with each step. The room they brought her to was dimly lit, with plush cushions and silk sheets draped across a wide, low bed in the center. Reclining on the bed was none other than the cat girl, now fully immobile, surrounded by sorority sisters who fed her chocolate-dipped strawberries and spoonfuls of whipped cream.

As they brought Brianna closer, Sara stepped forward, a triumphant smile on her face.

“Welcome” she purred, gesturing to the bed. “You’re just in time for the grand finale.” She glanced over her shoulder at the sorority sisters, who exchanged knowing smirks. “Girls, get her ready.”

Before Brianna could protest, they removed the tube from her mouth and removed teh devil horns from her head and laid her flat on her back leaving her feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. Her belly sagged in pooled in all  directions, her thighs and ass spread out wide, and her arms hung limp at her sides. She felt a surge of humiliation as she realized she was now no better than the other girl who was wearing the cat costume—bloated, helpless, and utterly defeated.

One of the girls from the volleyball team who had invited Brianna to the party stepped forward, a wicked gleam in her eyes. She was someone Brianna had once considered beneath her. Now, she held a tray of cream-filled pastries, her expression smug.

“Ready to join the sorority, Brianna?” she asked sweetly, holding out a pastry just inches from Brianna’s lips.

Brianna wanted to refuse, wanted to scream, but as the familiar, sugary scent filled her nostrils, her stomach let out an involuntary growl. The girl raised an eyebrow, pressing the pastry to Brianna’s lips.

“Go on, Bri. Show us that famous self-control of yours.”

With a shaky breath, Brianna opened her mouth, and the pastry slid past her lips. She closed her eyes, savoring the rich sweetness, her pride crumbling with each indulgent bite. She tried to fight the urge to chew, but the taste overwhelmed her, and before she realized it, her mouth was already open for another.

The sorority sister on her volleyball team smirked, wiping a dollop of cream off Brianna’s lip with a mocking tenderness, as if feeding a child. “Aww, doesn’t that feel better?” she cooed. “Just let go, it’s okay to indulge every once in a while.”

Brianna’s cheeks burned, but she found herself nodding helplessly, her body betraying her. Another pastry was pressed to her lips, and she took it greedily, the creamy filling spilling out as she bit down. Around her, the sorority sisters watched with expressions of twisted satisfaction, their smirks growing wider with each greedy mouthful.

As Brianna lay there, surrounded and utterly defeated, Sara, the sorority president, stepped forward, her arms crossed, her expression triumphant. She leaned down, her voice a whisper meant only for Brianna.

“Welcome to our sisterhood.” Sara murmured

The girls around her chuckled, feeding Brianna in turns, each one taking satisfaction in her downfall. She had come in tonight determined to stand out, to be better than anyone else. Now, she was just another fat freshman who had overindulged, humiliated, and completely at the mercy of her new "sisters."

As the last pastry was pressed to her lips, Brianna let it slide into her mouth, too tired to resist, her vision blurring as she surrendered to the night. The laughter of the sorority sisters echoed around her, sealing her fate, as she sank deeper into the plush cushions, fully consumed—body and pride—by the initiation.