"So do you have a boyfriend yet?"
Iris growled, frustrated, into her cell phone. "Mom! Stop!"
Iris could practically hear her mom frowning on the other end of the line. "I'll take that as a no, then."
"Actually, I've been getting regularly gangbanged by a bunch of horny fraternity brothers. You could say I have a lot of boyfriends." Iris spoke to her mother in a teasing voice. Little did the poor woman know; her daughter was telling the absolute truth.
"Maybe you can bring one of them home for the holidays," quipped Opal Taylor, sarcastic as always.
Iris' phone vibrated as she received a new e-mail. Her words caught in her throat as she saw that it was from Pi-Pi-Pi, the aforementioned fraternity brothers who had been using her as their big bottomed sex toy.
"Sweetie," her mom's voice sounded a million miles away as it bled out of the tiny speaker on her phone. "Are you okay? You just got really quiet."
"I've got to go, mom, something just came up." Iris hung up her phone, and slid it into the pocket of her sweatshirt.
The air was starting to grow chilly; the leaves were starting to change. Iris was stalking across campus, her heavy book bag slung over her shoulder. She was wearing a plain hooded sweatshirt, hood pulled down over her bright blue eyes and her long, dark hair tied up in a loose ponytail. She would have been unassuming, if it wouldn't have been for her giant white rump, which she had barely managed to stuff into a too small pair of leggings. In fact, all of her pants were too small. Her big, chubby butt simply refused to stop growing. Iris spotted a small iron bench, and settled down on her expansive backside. She slipped her phone out of her pocket, opened her screen, and clicked on the new mail icon. Breathlessly, she read the e-mail the Tri-Pi boys had sent her.
Hey, everybody, your favorite fraternity here, Pi Pi Pi! It's that time of year again... Hallo-Wasted! That magical time in the fall when we take a break from the rush process, our charitable endeavors, and our service to the community to celebrate being alive. This year will be the 25
th
annual celebration, so this reminder of why we're the most beloved Greek organization on campus will be extra special! We look forward to seeing all of you there.
P.S. Drinks and entertainment will be provided. Have fun, and as always, respect women!
Iris read the e-mail over and over. She was surprised by how very boilerplate it seemed. She had been expecting a private message, an invitation for her to perform some degenerate task, but instead it was a vanilla invitation to the legendary Tri-Pi Halloween party. Iris paused. On one hand, it seemed like a normal college bash, and, although her invitations to those had been few and far between there didn't appear to be any obligation for her to go. On the other hand, they did have hours of video of the big bottomed girl being degraded. Would they expose her if she didn't go? The threat wasn't there, but Iris supposed it didn't need to be. She knew she was probably going to be forced to demean herself; she knew she was probably going to be the entertainment offered in the e-mail. And yet, she also knew she was going.
She was getting wet just thinking about it.
***
Jack Mason stood alone in his bedroom on the second floor of the Pi Pi Pi fraternity house. A floor below him, the Halloween party was in full swing. Jack, tall, broad shouldered, handsome, muscular; he could have had his pick of any girl at the party. But he was waiting on one girl in particular. His door opened and his brother Aaron entered.
"Is Iris here yet?" Jack demanded.
Aaron took a nervous step backward. He looked away from his clearly fuming friend. "Not yet. Matt, Paul, and Trevor are all keeping an eye out for her. I've got the rushes and the other brothers letting us know whenever a girl with a giant ass comes in. A couple false alarms but so far... no dice."
Matt, Paul, Trevor, Aaron, and of course, Jack, were a member of their own fraternity within the fraternity. They were the only brothers who knew the true identity of the anonymous large bottomed girl who had been causing such a stir on the school's various social media pages, especially amongst the Tri-Pi brother's, rushes, and alumni. In fact, Aaron had the strangest feeling that there were a lot of people downstairs just to see Iris. And spread out on the bed and desk in front of Jack were five large brown paper sacks, each one with a different costume to showcase Iris' ridiculous frame, handpicked by the brothers.
Aaron studied the president of his fraternity. He wasn't wearing a costume, or at least, didn't have one on yet. All of the other brothers had excitedly discussed their plans for Iris, but Jack had kept any ideas he may have had to himself. Aaron, a tall and thin young black man, had donned a tall wizard's cap, a flowing robe, and a fake white beard that stretched almost to the floor. In the paper bag with his name on it was a witch's costume. He had an idea of what were in three of the others; but Jack's remained a mystery.
Aaron gulped. "Do you think she's coming? We didn't really tell her she had to..."
Jack didn't even look up from his burning focus on the paper bags. "She'll be here. She wouldn't miss it."
Almost on cue, Matt burst into the room "She's here!" He exclaimed.
A demented grin started to spread across Jack's face. "Did she have a costume on?"
