"Hey, girl, you've got a fat ass!"
Iris whirled, middle finger extended, a hearty
fuck you
loaded on the tip of her tongue. But her catcaller was already gone, disappeared into the crowd of people on the busy sidewalk. She sighed, and continued on her way.
The words stung because Iris knew they were true. She did have a fat ass. It stuck out obscenely even when she was doing her best to conceal it under oversized hoodie. She saw it like a curse. While the rest of her friends had more or less finished filling out their womanly curves after high school, her thighs had kept getting thicker and her dimpled, white butt cheeks had never stopped expanding. Even at that moment, walking from campus, she imagined she could feel the spandex of her favorite pair of yoga pants stretched to its absolute limit, and the thin fabric of her black thong digging deep into her cavernous ass crack with every undulation of her massive backside. Maybe she wouldn't have felt so self-conscious if the rest of her was exaggerated to an equal proportion, but she had been cursed with only slightly larger than average, breasts and a normal, maybe somewhat overly slim, waist. That being said, she was unknowingly pretty, with porcelain skin, dark hair, and icy blue eyes. But otherwise, Iris was, for all intents and purposes, a normal girl who just happened to possess a giant ass.
Iris shook the thoughts out of her head. The day was bright and sunny, beautiful. The first hints of fall were starting to turn the leaves a stunning shade of red-green. She had no reason to be upset just because of some immature asshole on campus. Her classes were over for the weekend, all she had to do was make it to her car, and then she could go home, away from stupid boys. She approached the full parking lot where she'd parked her car and quickened her pace, not caring how obscenely her faster walk would make her backside jiggle and bounce, she was just ready to leave. Iris was so focused on escaping campus that she didn't notice the three young men break away from the rest of the passersby on the crowded sidewalk. Two of the men broke off from the third, circling around a nearby pickup and crouching down where they couldn't be seen. The third made a hasty beeline directly towards Iris.
"Hey, Iris!" It was a man's voice, and she twirled, ready for another confrontation.
"Oh... hi, Jack," Iris blushed. Jack was a tall, handsome, broad-shouldered young man who she recognized from her Political Science class. His shirt was emblazoned with the greek symbol for Pi three times. He was a brother of Tri-Pi, the largest and most popular fraternity on campus.
"Did you need something?" Iris asked. Always self conscious because of her perceived deformity, she couldn't believe this good looking, popular, frat boy, Jack, even knew her name, let alone wanted to talk to her.
"Did the professor say that we were going to have a quiz on Monday?" Jack asked. He yawned and stretched; his raised arms exposing his abdominal muscles. Iris blushed and forced her gaze away.
"Um..." Iris drew a complete blank. She hadn't spent this much time talking to a boy alone since she'd started college. "I think he said to read chapter five. I don't remember anything about a quiz, though."
"Are you sure?" Jack said in a voice that was almost pleading. Iris blushed an even deeper shade of red and looked away.
"I can check my notes, I guess."
"Maybe we could exchange e-mails or something, and you could let me know." Jack pulled his notebook out of his backpack and held it out to Iris. She took his pen and scrawled her e-mail address in painstakingly legible penmanship. Iris finished writing and Jack took the notebook and started to write a note of his own. Jack tore the sheet off, went to hand it to her, and suddenly dropped it. Without thinking, Iris bent over to pick it up, exposing her massive backside to the world.
The two boys who had been with jack leapt into action. The first, a short, stocky young man named Trevor, took several steps back and steadied his cell phone camera, focusing squarely on the fat ass jutting up into the air. The second guy, a mousy kid named Matt who was nothing more than skin and bones, sprinted forward until his face was almost touching Iris' thigh. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her yoga pants and black thong panties and jerked them to the ground in one smooth motion. He rolled to the side as quickly as he could, so Trevor could have an unobstructed view for his recording. This all happened just as Iris was picking up Jack's note, a hastily scrawled
I've been watching that fat ass for a while. Gotcha', bitch!
The sequence of events unfolded so quickly that Iris was momentarily didn't have time to react. But then she felt the warmth of the sun on her pale butt cheeks, she felt the cool afternoon breeze teasing the outer lips of her seldom used pussy. She growled in frustration and grabbed her pants, trying to cover her exposed rear end before she had to face any further embarrassment. She had her pants halfway up her milky white thighs when she noticed the camera. Her eyes bulged and her lips moved in wordless fury as she lunged at the young man holding it.
Unfortunately for Iris, her waistband was still only part of the way up her shapely legs, and she tumbled forward. She threw out her arms to catch herself, landing on her hands and knees and exposing her backside once again. As a final humiliation, Jack brought his palm down on her meaty ass cheek with a resounding smack that echoed throughout the parking lot.
"Look at that jiggle," Trevor muttered breathlessly as he continued to record. Matt had rolled off to the side and was recording from a different angle. Jack, seeing that Iris had frozen once again, took a step back and shot some close-ups with his own phone, red hand print clearly visible on her pale, pudgy cheek, and the faint edge of her virgin asshole peeking into the frame. Realizing that three separate people were recording the worst humiliation of her life, Iris started to scream. All three men took off running, cheering, and laughing at the top of their lungs.
***
The moment Iris was sure her attackers were gone she struggled to her feet, pulled her pants up over her stinging ass, ran fearfully to her car, and sped home. She had never felt so ashamed in her life. She couldn't believe something like that had happened to her, assaulted, all because of her stupid fat ass! And by a boy she liked, no less! She wanted to cry, to curl up in a ball and disappear for a while. But as Iris pulled into the driveway of the apartment where she lived alone she started to think. Being pantsed and spanked in public wasn't the worst thing that could have happened to her. Aside from the shame, and the welt on her butt cheek she was relatively unscathed. Besides that, she knew the name of one of her attackers, and they had all worn matching Tri-Pi shirts, it wouldn't be hard to track down the other two.
Iris had made up her mind as she was entering her small home and locking the door behind her. Before she did anything else she was going to e-mail every administrator she could think of, and tell them she had been assaulted at the hands of Jack and two other Tri-Pi boys. She was brainstorming exactly who to message first when she logged into her university e-mail and her heart sank. She had one new message: from the fraternity Pi Pi Pi.
Hello, Iris! We, the boys of Pi Pi Pi would like to take this opportunity to formally invite you to a party at our house at precisely 10 pm tonight. We'll provide the party atmosphere, and you'll provide the entertainment!
What the hell did that mean,
you'll provide the entertainment
? Hesitantly, Iris scrolled further down the page. Sure enough, there was an entire lineup of screen caps and still photos. In all of them her pale white and wine barrel wide backside was on full display. There was even a photo, taken by Jack, of her on her hands and knees with a reddened hand print embedded in her flabby ass cheek. She could even see the wrinkled edge of her anus!
As Iris continued to scroll she realized that her face was the only one visible. None of the boys had been in the frame for her public display, or if they had, they had been cropped out. Iris gritted her teeth and kept scrolling, all the way to the bottom. In the very last bit of space there was a post-script reading:
Don't forget, 10 pm tonight! Sincerely, Tri-Pi: the gentlemen's fraternity.
Iris stared at her screen in a blind fury for several seconds, trying to formulate a plan. But her mind went blank. How dare these idiot frat boys embarrass and humiliate her, and then have the gall to invite her over
to be the entertainment.
What the hell did that even mean? And what if she didn't show up? They had dozens of pictures of her, from multiple angles. And judging by a few of the shots there had to be videos too. Would they dare release them? She had aspirations of running for office one day; if there were naked pictures of her floating around that dream would turn into a nightmare. Iris sighed. She knew she had no other choice than to go to their stupid party.
***
Iris was still wearing the black thong underwear and yoga pants she had been wearing earlier in the day as she approached the Tri-Pi house that night. She hoped that she would be in and out quickly, and had already made up her mind that there would not be a repeat performance of earlier. After all, it was a party, there was going to be lots of people. Surely someone would come to her aid.
As she approached the Tri-Pi house, with its green slanted roof and relatively cheery facade, Iris failed to notice that there were no lights on, and no music blasting, as had been the norm for the few fraternity parties her friends had dragged her to. In fact, there were barely any cars in the parking lot. She was so focused on confronting Jack and his brothers that she had completely lost track of the world around her.
Iris saw a note on the door as she approached.
Come inside. Shut the door behind you. Lock it. Up the stairs, first door on your right.
Every instinct Iris had was telling her to run away. She could deal with the humiliation of having pictures of her naked ass on the internet. It was probably better than whatever these idiots had in store for her. But as she studied the note further, she realized the handwriting was the same as the note she had been passed earlier calling her a fat ass. The one Jack had intentionally dropped on the ground, starting this whole mess. Iris felt her anger rising, and decided that if she was going to confront him, it was now or never. Jaw set, she marched through the door.
As soon as Iris stepped into the pitch black darkness she regretted her decision. The house smelled like dank pot and stale beer. There didn't appear to be a soul around. But then the distinct sound of Jack laughing upstairs broke the silence. Iris recognized it as the same laugh she had heard when he had spanked her in front of his cronies. Grimly, she climbed the stairs, turned to the right, and entered the room where the sound was emanating from.
Every man in the room went slack jawed as Iris entered, even Jack.
