I used to think that things just happened. Not
for a particular purpose, except maybe that if something could go wrong, it usually would. Then,
something happened to change my mind. Ever since, I believed things happen for a reason. I believed
in fate. It all started when I was in high school and I tried out for the cheerleading squad at
Fike high. Needless to say, I didn't make it even though I did way better in the tryouts than most
of the other girls. Later, I found out one of the girls, who was already on the squad, said I was
too fat to be a cheerleader. The girl's name was Amanda. Well, I've got news for skinny bitch, a
size twelve is not fat. Anyway, it was embarrassing, and it didn't do wonders for my self image
when word got around, but I chalked it up things that could go wrong and did. It wasn't the first
time that something like that happened to me. It wasn't until my second year of college that I
realized there was some sort of divine plan. You see, I was a member of the Sigma Pi sorority and
who happens to want to join, after attending community college for two years? None other than
Amanda Moore. I made friends with her the first party and convinced her to rush our sorority. Yes,
we Fike girls have to stick together, I told her. At first, my plan was to have her rush and do all
the work that rushing entails and then at the last moment, make sure the little bitch wasn't
accepted. Give her a taste of her own medicine. I know you probably think that Sorority stuff is
all a bunch of parties, but it is hard work at first. When you add college coursework on top of the
socials, fund raisers, and miscellaneous events, it is very hard work. And doing all that work for
nothing would feel bad of course; almost as bad as I felt after not making the cheerleading squad.
That was my plan. Until fate intervened . . . "Jill, we are having a social tonight at 8:00, can
you tell Amanda?" Tammy asked. "Sure," I said. "How long does it last?" "Until 10:30." "Ah, Amanda
said she had a special lab that she had to go to tonight and I told her I would help her with it" I
said. "If we have time when we finish, I'll take her to the social afterwards." I was lying of
course, but I could feel fate smiling on me, and I was determined to take advantage of it, even if
I didn't know what I was going to do. "You're the best Jill," Tammy said. "Thanks for helping new
pledges like you do." A plan began to form just as my sisters were leaving. I called Amanda up to
set it in motion. "Hi Amanda, this is Jill. I need you to come over tonight for some mandatory
pledge stuff." "Okay," she said. "What's going on?" "It's part of your initiation, so I can't tell
you," I said. "And you can't tell anyone else either." "I'll be there in ten minutes. See you soon"
"Oh, and Amanda," I said. "Wear your cheerleading outfit." She said, "My what?" "Your cheerleading
outfit. From high school," I said. "You brought it with you. Didn't you?" There was a long pause.
"Yes," she answered meekly. "Good, make sure to wear it," I said. "And hurry." After I hung up the
phone, I set everything up. I didn't need much; just a few old scarves and a chair from the dining
room. I took them all into the kitchen and waited for Amanda. * I didn't have long to
wait. When I answered the door, Amanda was standing on the step wearing a very long coat. It was
fall and the temperature was eighty-five degrees. Something was afoot. "Here," I said. "Let me take
your coat." She was very reluctant to take it off. When she did, I knew why. Amanda had gained
weight since she graduated high school. I wish I could say she was fat, but she wasn't. The bitch.
But, the former size four was now between a size eight and a size ten. She gained the most up top,
then on her thighs and bottom. Shapely, but much too much of everything for the small outfit whose
seams threatened to give at any moment. I couldn't help but giggle, causing her face to blanch in
embarrassment. "Oh, don't worry, you still have a nice figure," I said. "Thanks," she murmured,
reaching back to pull the bottoms out of her ass. It was priceless. "Where is everybody?" "I
thought that maybe you wouldn't want everyone here for this, so I thought we would do it
privately," I said. "But I can see about getting the rest of the girls here if you want?" "No-no,
this is fine," she said. "And Jill . . . thanks for everything you've done for me." "No thanks are
necessary," I said, putting my arm around her shoulders. "We Fike girls have to stick together,
right?" I know, you may think I should have felt too guilty to go any further. Ha, her gullibility
was music to my ears. Besides, who can stop fate? I took her in the kitchen and had her sit in the
chair. "Put your hands behind your back," I said. "Are you sure this is necessary?" she asked, as
she obeyed. I quickly secured her wrists together and tied them to the back rung of the chair.
"Absolutely," I said. Even if it wasn't, it was too late now. "Just relax," I said, blindfolding
her with another scarf. "We all had to do this." You can't imagine how hard it was to say this and
not laugh. I opened the refrigerator and got out what I was looking for. "Open your mouth," I said.
She turned her head to the side. "Please Jill," she begged, her voice trembling. "Don't gag me."
The skinny bitch thought I was going to gag her. Nothing could be further from the truth. I wanted
her mouth open. As a matter of fact, I *needed* her mouth open. "I'm wouldn't do that Amanda," I
soothed her. "All I'm going to do is feed you some different things. Come on. Open your mouth for
me." "What is it?" she asked. "That part is a secret. Come on, open wide." She turned her head
around to face me and opened her mouth. I put the pizza between her lips. She took a bite, chewed
and swallowed. I fed her until she finished it off. Next, I took a bottle of peppers from the
fridge. "Open up," I said. She opened her mouth and I put the pepper inside. She took a bite, her
expression changed to shock. She spit it out, pursed her lips, as she tried to cool her mouth.
"Water," she cried. "I need water fast." "You have to finish it first," I said. "Do you want a new
one or what's left of that one?" "Is it on the floor?" she asked, not able to see for the
blindfold. "No, it's on the chair," I lied. "I'll take that one, but please hurry," she said,
breathing hard through her mouth. I didn't expect it to happen. I honestly only wanted revenge at
first, but having her helpless and under my control woke certain feelings inside of me. Feelings I
never knew existed. She was exciting me. "That's a girl," I said, picking the pepper off the floor
and placing it between her legs. "Oops," I said. "It fell between your legs. Spread them just a bit
for me." While she spread them, I pushed the pepper along with her legs so she would have to open
them wider and wider, until I saw what it was I wanted to see: Her skin tight bottoms cutting into
her fleshy thighs and the outline of her sex, bulging out from the tight fabric. I retrieved the
slightly chewed green pepper and fed it to her. She hurriedly chewed and swallowed, sucking air in
and out her lungs to cool her mouth. "Water," she begged. I retrieved the gallon of milk and placed
it between her lips. She tried to say something. Probably something like, no please, put it in a
cup, but I was already tilting it up. Pretty Amanda looked much like a guppy as she tried to not
spill the milk, choking, swallowing and drinking it down. Me thinking, this is how pretty little
Amanda would look if she were giving a blowjob. "Don't drink too much," I said, "You still have a
lot more to eat." I pulled the milk away, spilling some down her chest and between her legs. I took
a paper towel and dried her face and chest. She closed her legs tightly when I moved to her crotch.
"It will sour if I leave it." She reluctantly opened her legs and allowed me wipe her crotch clean,
but she tried to close them as soon as I pulled away. "You should leave them open so things don't
fall on the floor," I warned. I wished I knew what was going through her mind as she parted her
legs again. Next, I put some peanut butter on my fingers and put them to her mouth. She opened her
mouth and I stuck in my fingers. "Mmmmm," she said, trying to speak, but unable to. She worked her
lips as she tried to get the peanut butter off the roof of her mouth. Finally, when she was able to
speak, she said, "Jesus, Jill, can't you use a spoon or something?" "You're not allowed to use any
utensils," I lied. "It's either this or you can lap it out of something like a dog." "I guess I'll
eat it like this then. Ah-Jill, I'm thirsty again," she said. "Do you have something besides milk?"
"Sure," I said, as I opened a beer and held it to her lips while she drank. I snuck a hand
underneath my skirt and felt my panties. They were soaked. Then, using the same fingers I touched
myself with, I fed her another dollop of peanut butter. Watching her suck my fingers clean of the
traces of my juices sent pangs of pleasure shooting to my clitty. I knew I should stop before
things got out of control, but I couldn't. It was too late for that. I stripped my clothes off in
front of her. Ordinarily, I would have felt ashamed or embarrassed to be naked. But with her
blindfolded and oblivious in front of me, I soared with power. "What are you doing?" she asked. She
must have heard the rustle of my clothing. "Just cleaning the floor," I said. I slid my fingers
into my wet sex, and then forced myself to remove them. It was harder than you could imagine. If
anyone came in and saw us like this, I would be kicked out of the sorority for sure. Maybe even
worse. I knew I needed to hurry. I dipped my wet shiny fingers into the peanut butter, took a large
dollop, and pushed it in her mouth. All the while thinking, she's licking me by proxy. The peanut
butter was too much for her to handle and some spilled down the front of her outfit. I slid my
finger across her breasts, feeling her tiny nubs through the thick fabric of her outfit, as I wiped
up the spilled peanut butter and pushed it back in her mouth, until she cleaned it off. Afterwards,
I sucked her saliva from my fingers. It was like kissing her, only she didn't know it. I took a
dollop of marshmallow cream, and spread the stick white substance over my pussy. Next, I inserted a
squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup into my sex. I held a slice of bread underneath me as I squeezed
the bottle. Oh God, I could feel the cold liquid shooting up inside of my hot pussy. It gave me
even more pleasure knowing she was going to be eating it. I fed her the slice of bread and wiped my
sex clean with another. I looked at it and could make out the outline of my sex in the combination
of white cream and dark chocolate. There were even a few of my pubic hairs on the bread. She didn't
know it, but when she ate it, she was eating me. "Thirsty?" I asked. She nodded her head, still
chewing. "Tilt your head back and open your mouth." She swallowed and tilted her head back. I
squirted a little syrup in her mouth and she went to close it. "Keep it open," I said. I straddled
her chair, without touching her. I looked down at her mouth between my pale breasts and I pushed my
saliva out from between my pursed lips.

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 It trailed down in a long strand to her mouth. We were
connected by it. I wanted to kiss her, but knew I couldn't. The strand stretched and broke, along
with the spell. "You can close it now," I said, wiping my lips. I fed her some more stuff: mustard,
mayonnaise, potted meat. She was chewing slower and slower, doing her best to put it away. Her
cheerleading outfit was stained with bits of food and drink. I was in a sexual haze; my juices were
streaming down my thighs. I wondered why she didn't say anything, because she could surely smell my
scent. "Please Jill," she said. "I'm full. God, I feel like I'm going to bust." "Come on Mandy, you
can't stop now. Just a little bit more." "I'm serious," she said, belching loudly. God, it made me
want her even more. "If I eat any more, I'm going to spew." I rubbed her belly. It was tight as a
drum beneath her too small outfit. "No wonder," I said. "You're wearing all these tight clothes.
Here, let me help." Things were going to another level and I was helpless to stop. I reached down
and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled up. "No, please," she begged. I didn't listen. I raised
it over top of her breasts and released it so that her large orbs were pressed down and out the
bottom of it. Her fat half-dollar- sized nipples were full and erect. Her stomach was bloated and
pushed out on top of her small skirt and bottoms. "Did the poor little piggy eat too much?" I
asked, gently rubbing her belly. She answered me with silence, refusing to acknowledge I called her
piggy. "Awww, the little piggy is so full she can't even talk," I said, moving my hands down to her
waistband. "Maybe piggy needs her tight skirt taken off so she can breathe." "No, please," Jill
said, closing her legs tightly and struggling against her bonds. It was too late. I had already
started; her struggles only serving my efforts to remove her skirt and bottoms. It was then I
discovered why she didn't say anything about the odor of my arousal. Her blonde little slit was
opened and dripping wet. I smelled the scent of her arousal and fear, and it spurred on my own
lust. "I believe the little piggy has a secret." I grabbed her knees, spreading her legs. "No," she
whined, helpless to resist me. The pink lips of her sex opened and a drop of her clear nectar
leaked from her narrow slit. "This little piggy is all wet," I said mocking her. "Please," she
begged. "Please don't tell anyone." "Tell anyone what?" "Y-you know," she said, closing her legs.
"No, tell me," I said. "Open you legs piggy and tell me that piggy is wet." "Oh God," she begged,
spreading her legs. Her hips flexed from her arousal. "P-piggy is . . .wet," she gasped. She was
getting off on it. I didn't care; I was getting off from her getting off. "Don't worry," I said.
"We Fike girls got to stick together don't we piggy?" She nodded her head silently. I got out two
more scarves and tied her knees to the chair legs. Then, I turned her chair around so that she was
facing the table and I got out a pack of hotdogs from the refrigerator. I took a weenie out and
teased her sex with it, going so far as to slap it wetly against her clit. She gave a little grunt
with each wet smack. "Squeal for me piggy," I said. "Squeal you porky little pig." She didn't
squeal so much as give a high pitched whining grunt. It was clear she was near orgasm. I stopped,
smelled her aroma on the hotdog, and gave it an experimental lick. It was pleasant. I licked it
clean, sat down on the table and fucked myself with it. "Open your mouth piggy," I commanded. I
traced her lips with the hotdog, but she refused to open them. So, I started to slap her face with
the weenie, taking particular care that most of the blows landed on her full lips. "You must like
this piggy, otherwise you would open your mouth." "Please don't make me do this," she begged. "It's
been in my privates." "Maybe it hasn't," I said, whispering in her ear. "Maybe I fucked myself with
it. You'd like that wouldn't you piggy?" "You're lying," she said, but she stopped moving her mouth
away from the hotdog. I teased her lips with it and drew it below her nose so she could smell me.
"Listen," I said. "I'm taking another weenie out right now. I'm sitting on the table with my legs
spread wide. I'm placing the weenie at my opening - the opening to my pussy. I would like to push
it in, but you have to open your mouth first." "Y-you're not naked," she said. I gently slapping
her cheeks with the weenie. Her lips were parted. "I'm naked and wet, my little piggy-wiggy," I
said huskily. "Open your mouth. Taste my juices." She opened her mouth and I pushed the weenie in.
She sucked it clean. "That's it, taste my pussy." I pushed it in and out, fucking her mouth with
it, at the same time I fucked my cunt with the other hotdog. The one in her mouth finally broke, so
I pushed it all in. "Eat it," I ordered her. I took out the one I was fucking myself with and fed
it to her. "See how wet it is piggy. See how wet you've made me." She was moaning as I fucked her
mouth with the new hotdog. Her hips bucked as she tried to get off on the chair. I don't know what
possessed me, but I took out a carrot and pushed it in my ass. "I just stuck a carrot in my ass
piggy," I said. "Do you know what I'm going to do with it?" She shook her head. "I'm going to make
you eat it." "No, please," she begged. "Yes," I said. "And you'll beg me for it my porky little
pig." The hotdog in my cunt grew flimsy. I took out another, fucked myself with it. Fucking her
mouth with the two used ones. "I'm going to cum soon piggy. I'll make you cum too, but first you
know what you have to do." She moaned around the two hotdogs. I could feel my sex spasm in
pleasure. "You better tell me soon little pig, you better tell me before I cum." "Please," she
begged. "Please what, piggy?" "F-feed me," she begged. "The carrot." "Tell me what piggy wants." I
felt my orgasm welling. "Tell me now goddamnit." "P-piggy wants - pi-piggy wants the carrot." Her
chair squeaked as she pumped her hips and my own orgasm fell upon me like a tidal wave. I snatched
the carrot from my spasming ass and pushed it into her mouth. My hand was a blur over my clit. "Oh
fuck piggy, I'm cumming. I'm cumming watching you suck it," I cried. "Suck it piggy, suck that
fucking carrot." My orgasm was so overwhelming, I fell to the floor, kissing the inside of her
calve as I came down from my orgasm. Afterwards, I untied the scarves holding her in the chair, not
bothering to get up off my hands and knees. I pulled her down with me, took the carrot out of her
mouth and kissed her passionately. Her lips parted and she moaned around my probing tongue. I
wanted to make her cum for me. "Turn around and get down on the floor, bitch," I said, as I pushed
her down on her hands and knees in front of me. I reached my hand around and found her sex. "Pig,"
I said, grabbing her roughly, owning her body. "This is how you like to be fucked, isn't it?"
"Yes," she moaned. My fingers sped up their pace. She pushed her ass back against me. "That's
right," I said. "Pigs like to get their ass fucked when they cum, don't they?" I pushed the carrot
against her tight crater. She moaned, but I didn't penetrate her. "Fuck it if you want it," I said.
"Fuck it pig." She grunted and pushed herself back against my hands. She gasped at the penetration.
"It hurts," she gasped. I spat on her tight rosebud. "Fuck it," I said. "Fuck it piggy." She
hunched back again and gave a long groan as the carrot slipped home. "I'm going to make you cum now
piggy," I said. I stopped pleasuring her clit, moved next to her, but still held the carrot. We
were side by side now. "Look at me piggy," I said. "Look at my eyes." She did. Her ruddy cheeks
were streaked with tears and her eyes were glazed over. "Tell me where you want the carrot when you
cum." Her face winced, but she still held my eyes. "Please- please-please," she begged. Her body
began to jerk. She was cumming. "Stick it in my mouth- my piggy mouth." I jerked the carrot out of
her ass with a pop and pushed it into her mouth. I spooned behind her on the dirty kitchen floor
and pleasured her sex with my hand which she kept trapped between her thighs. She hummed around the
carrot and her hips pumped against me - she was cumming. She trembled, she shook, and she moaned so
loudly I feared the neighbors would hear. Finally, her body slowed. "Oh God - oh God, I can't
believe that just happened," she said, wiping tiny trails of tears from her eyes. I pulled her
sweaty mop of blonde hair out of her face, and kissed her plump lips. "You better go to my bedroom
and put something on," I said. "I'll clean up here." I discarded the old food containers and
wrappers, took the trash bag outside and threw the evidence away. I was in the kitchen mopping up
the mess on the floor and counter when I heard her in the bathroom. She was sick. I hurriedly
finished up the kitchen and when I opened the bathroom door, she was lying there on the floor,
wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. I gave her a glass of water and held her head above the
toilet. I was filled with shame about my actions that night. I hugged her tightly. "Amanda, do you
remember when I tried out for the cheerleading squad?" "Yes," she said. I didn't know if I could
tell her the truth, but somehow I managed. "Someone told me what you said about me." "Jill, I'm
really sorry about that," she said. "Just- please-please don't tell anyone what I did tonight."
"Let me finish Mandy," I said. I lifted the shirt she was wearing and ran my hands along her naked
back and the curve of her ass. She didn't pull away. "When you came to the sorority I wanted to get
you thrown out. Tonight wasn't part of the initiation; it was revenge." "Let me go," she said
struggling against me. I held her tightly by the hips, pressed my face tightly to the inside of her
stomach and kissed her. She spun around and I moved lower, her blonde curly hairs tickling my nose,
as I pressed my lips to her vulva. She was still wet. "Stop it," she breathed. "Please stop-I-I
hate you. I hate. . . " But, her legs opened for me. The taste was sweet. She was mine. "Do you
forgive me?" I said, pulling my mouth away briefly in between kissing the delicate pink folds of
her labia. "No." It was a weak no. "Do you forgive me, my little piggy?" "No - please stop," she
gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. "You do forgive me, don't you?" "yes," she gasped, trying
unsuccessfully to press my face into her sex, but I resisted her. If I was going to do it, it would
not be on her terms, but mine. "Kiss the toilet little piggy," I said. "Turn your head and kiss the
dirty bowl." She turned her head to the side. Her face was drawn up in a grimace of disgust. She
kissed it. She gasped. Her face relaxed and her tongue stabbed out and licked the side of the
porcelain bowl like a long lost lover. It was the most decadent and erotic thing I had ever seen.
"God," she gasped. "Don't tell. Please don't tell." "You forgive me, don't you little piggy. My
little piggy girl." I attacked her clit with my tongue. She spread her legs wide, grabbed me
roughly by the hair and pulled my tightly into her sex. "Yes-yes-yes," she screamed. "God help me,
yes." 

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