Chelsea was bright red as she sat in the middle of the room of girls, embarrassment was the only thing she could feel. She did her best to shove the feelings aside, she had signed up for this. She knew she had no right to feel embarrassed, it was all apart of the sororities' hazing process. Chelsea willingly went through every little part of recruitment in hopes that she would be a sister, and that dream would soon be a reality. Tonight was Chelsea's Hell Night, a once in a lifetime event that would bond her to the rest of the girls. Unlike other sororities this one hazed the recruits individually, making sure to get very personal in whatever torture was concocted. Chelsea was the last to go through her Hell Night.
Chelsea had gone into the night expecting life-threatening games and being forced to drink until she passed out, but none of that happened. What did take place though was arguably worse. It started when she entered the house at about 12 midnight, upon entering she was forced to strip down. The pledge mistress then attached a collar with a bell around her neck and she was led into the basement where a lot more of her future sorority sisters were waiting. Led to the center of the room, Chelsea was made to stand there. One by one the sisters got up and walked over to the girl, markers in hand. Chelsea's body was turned into a whiteboard with many of the girls writing on her large soft tummy, wide ass, and large breasts. Each phrase was different but essentially said the same thing, that she was fat, If everyone was being honest Chelsea was a bit larger than most girls in both weight and height. She carried a bit of extra weight that gave her a round face, big fat ass, and large breasts. Chelsea was always sensitive about her weight but took pride in having a pretty face framed by neat blonde hair and bright blue eyes. While not a model Chelsea was an attractive woman.
When the last sister had her turn, the pledge mistress stepped in front of her and gripped her cheeks. "Do you know what you are, pledge?" the sister asked her.
"No ma'am" Chelsea responded, a little confused at the question. The pledge mistress smiled a wicked smile at the girl.
"You're a fat cow!" the pledge mistress spat out. The sorority girls laughed as Chelsea turned red with embarrassment. The pledge mistress then reached up and pinched one of Chelsea's exposed breasts, rolling the nipple in between her delicate fingers. Chelsea felt herself holding back both tears and a moan.
"Fat cow, fat cow, fat cow!" the rest of the girls chanted.
The pledge mistress stopped her attack on Chelsea's breasts and looked at her with an icy cold glare. "Do you know what we do with a fat cow!" she asked, Chelsea had a sinking feeling. Something inside of her was both excited and worried about what was going to happen. Chelsea was so lost in her thoughts she didn't answer the question, which brought a harsh slap from the pledge mistress straight onto her ass. "Answer me fatty!" the pledge mistress demanded angrily.
"I don't know ma'am," Chelsea responded timidly. She didn't want to admit it but the slap on the ass excited her.
The pledge mistress laughed as she looked at the girl. "Ladies what do we do with fat cows?" she asked the onlooking sorority sisters.
Almost instantly the crowd responded, "Feed and Breed her." The crowd kept laughing and chanting, "Feed her, breed her". The pledge mistress let it go on for a bit, observing the confused look on her face. Chelsea didn't know what the girls meant, and was a bit worried. She wanted to ask what was going to happen but knew the consequences for doing so would be bad. The pledge mistress let the chant continue for a bit, while she closed the distance between her and Chelsea. In a quick motion, Chelsea was pulled into a kiss with the pledge mistress while she gripped her ass. Chelsea let the smaller woman snake her tongue into her mouth. The pledge mistress broke the kiss but continued to massage her ass, moving her mouth toward's Chelsea's ear she said, "You're gonna love this next part." Walking away from the girl she looked at her phone and smiled. "Can someone let our guest in?" she asked. One of the sisters lept up and rushed to get the basement door.
The entire gathering stood transfixed as they watched the girl who just left descend down the steps followed by a very large black man. Chelsea studied his form, he was so tall he had to duck a bit while in the basement. He moved towards the couch, three girls got to give him the room which he needed. While his size was impressive what really grabbed her attention was his look. He had a handsome face with full soft lips and a flat nose that Chelsea could only describe as cute. He stared at her with soft Hazel eyes, that glowed with his approval of her form. Part of Chelsea wanted to cover up, while the other part of her wanted to present herself to him. He smiled at her then looked at the pledge mistress, he spoke softly to the later, "So she's mine for the night?" Chelsea didn't really understand what his for the night meant.
The pledge mistress saw the look on her face and spoke up clearing the confusion. "Chelsea dear, this is Braxton. Braxton here volunteered to help with your Hell Night, but something tells me you'll like his role." Chelsea was hearing the words the pledge mistress said, but could only focus in on the gorgeous man. The pledge mistress reached one of her fingers down and slowly started stroking her clit. "Braxton here is what I like to call a bull. A bull's job is to fuck any lovely fat cow he wants. Considering you are our only fat cow, well let's just say he will be fucking you," she ended. Chelsea was moaning as the pledge mistress broke everything down. She didn't know if she was excited to fuck Braxton, or based on what the pledge mistress was doing to her. Braxton got up and walked over to Chelsea.