Chapter 1

“It's not fair,” wailed Lindsey, face streaked with mascara-stained tears. “It's not fair, it's not fair! Draw again, it's not fair!”

The circle of 11 women stared down at the hysterical girl in a near tantrum on the floor, their faces an even mix of sympathy and irritation.

“I can’t,” Lindsey whined, before bursting into another soundless wail. “I can’t,” she repeated, panic skewing the pitch of her pleas. “My mom is gonna kill me. And I do soccer. I'm gonna get kicked off the team, please, please!” she rushed out.

She turned to a short woman sitting pristinely upright and dressed in hot pink from her wide headband nestled in her short blonde hair to her strappy sandals which revealed perfectly polished pink toenails.

“Abigail please,” she implored, swiping at her running nose as she begged the woman on literal hands and knees. “Abby c’mon, I can't, you know I can't.”

The woman sighed as all eyes swung towards her, a hint of disgust encroaching upon her neutral expression.

“You know the rules, Lindsey. We all know the rules, well before we got here. It's a yearly tradition, a tradition that Phi Lamba Zeta has always taken very seriously.”

Lindsey's loud sobs had quieted to a whisper, and she rubbed her nose again with her sleeve as she looked up at the commanding, almost disinterested woman who looked down at her in disdain.

“Phi Lamba Zeta has followed the same traditions for the last 50 years, as long as this sorority has been on Kingsley State Campus, and we aren't breaking them for anybody. Especially not a first year. She frowned. “Let me lay out some facts for you sweetie,” she said, anger thinly veiled behind each syllable. “It's October 1st, and every sorority and fraternity on campus is doing exactly what we're doing. You wanted to be in this sorority, you agreed to abide by all our set standards, you know the contest takes place at the same time every year, and you,” said Abigail, taking a step closer to the near inconsolable woman, “You drew the short straw.

“I’ll quit,” cried Lindsey, voice faltering.

“You won’t,” Abigail replied calmly as the other women looked on with morbid horror and curiosity, glad to be anyone but Lindsey. “Or you’ll be enjoying a nice, long social probation. About four years long. If you get cast out by a campus sorority you’ll never make a friend again, you and I both know that. Have fun adding all your professors on Facebook.”

Lindsey muffled a sob with her hand, her tears falling with renewed rigor.

“The first weigh-in is tonight,” Abigail continued, setting her mouth in a flat line. “Phi Lamba wins the campus pig contest every year, and nothing about this year will be different, not while I’m president.”

She turned to the woman on her right who straightened to attention immediately, deferring near reverently to her intimating leader. “We’re leaving,” she told her, then pointed into the crowd of women surrounding the spectacle. “You, make sure she doesn't eat anything till tonight. We want her starting weight as low as possible. And you,” she said, flicking her eyes back towards the young woman still a miserable tangle of long limbs on the floor.

Lindsey looked up at Abigail, her wide eyes rimmed red.

“I hope you’re hungry piggy. We have a lot of work to do....”




*I hope you enjoyed! I really love this story. This story is a little more more NSFW and will obviously feature force feeding, stuffing, and weight gain, but I’m also exploring some new themes. Lindsey can look forward to humiliating and teasing, constant weigh-ins, extra weight gain from blackmail, a few WLW scenes, feeding during sex, and other fun tropes. Thanks so much for reading: )*