A Semester at the Slob Sorority

WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: Female Slob (Fat, Burping, Farting) and Squashing

Danica's dreams of a perfect college life are dashed upon her arrival at Omega Omega Theta. Learning fast the indulgently disgusting ways of the sorority, it becomes a trial of survival as Danica tries to get through the sorority's bizarre rituals. This is a story for an anonymous commissioner.

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   Years of hard work and patience had finally given Danica a ticket to her ideal college life. Danica was the furthest thing from a scholar, her interests in higher learning solely based on getting the opportunity to be in a sorority. She had heard from family members and friends alike the wild parties the houses threw year around and the unbreakable bonds they created, beckoning for her to join them. After quite a bit of searching and hoping, it was with an immense feeling of accomplishment did she approach the mansion-like building where she would be spending the rest of her college career.

   In preparation for meeting her sorority sisters, Danica had taken extra care to look her best. Several sessions of sun bathing had given her a fair complexion that would be sure to entrance any guys she was interested in during parties. Her long black hair flowed behind her with each step, a wave of her hand letting her practice flourishing it about for her fateful meeting. A bright orange shirt had been picked out specifically to show off her perfectly proportioned chest and exposed mid-riff. Black skinny jeans accentuated her slim legs and completed her outgoing look. Making her way up the ramp towards the front door, she put on her friendliest smile and knocked.

   Danica’s enthusiastic expression waivered as she heard a loud series of stomps from inside the house. She was nearly thrown backwards as the door opened to let out a bulging belly decorated with chip crumbs. Looking up at the owner of the unsightly gut, she locked eyes with an obese woman bearing a blank stare.

   “What do you BWOOOOOORRRP want?” the woman belched.

   Danica pushed through the lingering cloud to try and keep up appearances. “My name is Danica Delaney and I’ve just been accepted to Omega Omega Theta.”

   “That so?” the woman asked, pausing to drag her fingers along her bushel of armpit hair. Receiving a hesitant nod from Danica, she swiveled her body about and began waddling back inside. “Come on in. The Queen is going to want to talk to you.”

   “Thank you very much. I can’t wait to-“

   Danica’s open mouth caught a cloud of flatulence bursting forth from the woman’s rear. Coughing out the foul air, she nearly tripped over one of the dozens of piles of empty food containers and trash that littered the halls. Mounds of dirty laundry were strewn about randomly, a pair of underwear that could have been mistaken as a camping tent hanging from one of the chandeliers. Peeking into the other rooms as she delved deeper inside, she saw women of similar size and manners as the one that greeted her milling about the house. Most of the women were busy stuffing their faces or competing with one another to see who could out the loudest and nastiest burp or fart. Wondering if this was all a part of an elaborate prank led her to accidentally walking right into her guide’s back fat. Staggering back and spitting the taste of leftover sweat out of her mouth, she looked back to see the woman open up a pair of double doors and gesture for Danica to step inside.

   Waiting for Danica was what could only be described as a throne room. The various trash piles had been pushed into the corners to allow an unobstructed view of the television for the woman whose body engulfed the entirety of a worn-out, black bean bag chair. A head of curly, brown hair obscured part of her eyes and bounced against her dark-skinned, chubby cheeks. Around her meaty breasts was a black and white, cow-print t-shirt that did little to hide the impression of her plump nipples. The shirt seemed purposefully short to let the woman’s gluttonous gut hang out between her thighs and show off the depths of her belly button.

   Upon hearing the guide let out an echoing belch, the woman heaved herself into a standing position. Taking a moment to dust off leftover crumbs gave Danica a chance to see the set of black, leather pants that looked painted onto her wide hips and chunky butt cheeks. Just as she noticed the heart-shaped tramp stamp that had been stretched out by the woman’s girth, she watched the imposing figure begin to waddle towards her.

   Stepping up to Danica, the woman pushed back her greasy hair to show off a wide grin. “Hey there, the name’s Bea. Otherwise known as the Queen Bea.” With a grunt, she let out a cloud of flatulence with a loud BRAAAAAAAPPPP that dwarfed every horrific smell Danica had experienced since entering the building. “Welcome to Omega Omega Theta, the slob sorority.”

   “T-there must be some mistake,” Danica replied, trying her best to remain presentable as she weathered through the noxious fog. “Maybe I have the wrong sorority.”

   With a meaty slap to her exposed belly, Bea summoned one of the slobby women of the sorority to bring her a sheet of papers. “What’s your name, twig?” she asked as she skimmed through the stack.

   “Danica Delaney.”

   “Yup, right here,” Bea said, poking the page with her pudgy finger and smearing it with a line of leftover crumbs. “Got you right here as one of the new freshmen. Gotta say, been a while since I’ve had such a skinny plaything in the house. Should make things interesting.”

   Looking at the way Bea stared at her was enough to cement Danica’s next decision. “I appreciate you accepting me, but I don’t think I belong here. I’m going to put in a request to change sororities.”

   “Sorry to say, but that’s impossible,” Bea said, waddling up to Danica with a strange glint in her eye. “University rules state that any freshman that enters into a sorority has to stay at least one semester before requesting a transfer. Trying to leave early can get you kicked out of the school.”

   Danica was left in a haze of uncertainty as her brain tried to come up with a way to escape. A deep breath meant to calm her nerves only worsened her mood as she got another mouthful of the sorority’s stale air. Gritting her teeth, she held back the series of insults she wanted to toss at the smiling queen and nodded her head.

   “If that’s the way it has to be,” she sighed, “then I guess I have no choice. Besides, it might do me some good to see a new perspective on life.” Feeling what little optimism she had left get pushed away by the house’s stench, she lifted up her shirt and held it over her mouth and nose.

   Bea shook her head. “Sorry twig, that’s not going to fly around here. The first step to joining the sisterhood is learning to live with our filth.” Grasping her pants, she wedged the fabric deep within the confines of her butt crack. “The initiation should give you a good taste of what to expect.”

   “The what?”

   An echoing belch from Bea summoned a pair of slobby women from seemingly out of nowhere. Effortlessly picking Danica up by her arms, they carried her towards Bea’s throne. Plopping her down in the deep indentation of the bean bag chair was enough to keep her restrained for several moments. Mere inches from getting her feet to touch the ground, Danica was pushed back into the seat by Bea herself.

   “Bit of advice before we start,” Bea said, hovering her massive backside over the chair, “don’t struggle. It will only make it worse.”

   Bea came slamming down on the helpless Danica, smothering her between her pudgy rear and the chair’s worn out fabric. Proceeding to wobble her ass back and forth sunk Danica deeper within the confines of her butt crack and pushed out any pockets of fresh air. Using what little effort her comparatively small body could muster, she fought back against Bea’s plentiful blubber and words of warning. Her squirming ceased the moment she heard an unsettling rumbling noise from above.

   “I told you,” Bea commented, her voice muffled by the plentiful fat enveloping Danica. “Now you get to see what a true Omega Omega Theta girl can-“

   The rest of Bea’s words were drowned out by a reverberating PHHHRRRRRTTTTTTT that sent quakes through the chair and both girls’ bodies. A smell tenfold worse than anything Danica had experienced in the house clogged up her nose and mouth with its foul stench. For a full minute the torrent of flatulence forced its way into Danica’s body, ensuring she understood the cruelty of the sorority’s leader. However, it took a few moments to understand some of the unique effects of Bea’s gas.

   Another load of flatulence brought Danica’s attention towards a slight bulge in her flat-midsection. Continuing to swallow Bea’s farts swelled Danica’s belly further with the foul air. With images of herself blown up into a living gas balloon in her head, Danica increased her efforts to squirm free of Bea’s backside. Her desperate flailing led to a smack to Bea’s butt cheeks that momentarily brought a stop to her torture.

   “Oh, know you’ve done it, seat,” Bea said, her voice tinged with playfulness rather than malice. “Hope you enjoy my full strength.”

   Picking up her rear, Bea came slamming back down with a rancid fart to resume Danica’s corruption. Try as she might to cough out one wet sounding fart after another, she was no match against the queen’s onslaught. The vibrations each gas expulsion sent through her body made her play close attention to the bloating sensation around her belly. An attempt to call out for help led to her swallowing a toxic fart as she was further engulfed by the gassy rear.

   Letting the last of her farts peter out, Bea finally saw fit to stand up. Chuckling as she realized Danica’s head was still wedged between her ass cheeks, a quick puff of air sent the lithe girl flopping back onto the chair. Released from her fleshy jail cell, Danica’s hands shot towards her mid-section and felt a slight bulge. Running along the protrusion, it felt like the results of a full course dinner and then some. As she stared in awestruck horror of what had happened to her, Bea took the opportunity to press her hand down on the belly bulge. The gas inside of Danica’s belly dispersed in the form of an echoing belch. While Danica was horrified by the taste that clung her tongue and the smell that washed over her nose, what truly got to her was the riotous laughter emanating from Bea and the other sorority girls.

   “Pretty weak,” Bea commented as she took a whiff of Danica’s leftover burp. “I can’t wait to see what you can really do once we give you the proper training.” Grasping Danica’s limp hand, she pulled her up to plant her face between her breasts. “Welcome to the sorority. We’re going to have soooooo much fun with you.”

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   It was not by her alarm that Danica was awoken from her sleep, but by the sound of hundreds of pounds of fat flailing about. Rising up from her bed, her first reaction was to turn her head towards her roommate’s living area. While there were plenty of consoles, gaming paraphernalia, and empty food containers to be found, the owner of them was not. A rude fart squeaking out drew Danica’s attention towards the front door and her missing roommate.

   Whitney was one of the kindest girl in the sorority, mostly due to her knack of keeping to herself and remaining mostly silent. That being said, the gamer girl’s gas was more than willing to pick up the slack by constantly plaguing Danica with her gross sounds and smells. Those same rude expulsions were quite abundant as Whitney tried to free her wide hips from the clutches of the dorm frame. Each jostle of her body shook about her strands of unkempt, blonde hair and threatened to burst her chunky rear right through the little white bunnies printed on her blue pajama pants. Her constant struggling sent droplets of sweat trickling from the curly hairs peeking out from beneath her underarms to further stain her once white sweatshirt, now turned into a mural of various food stains.

   As much as Danica wanted to avoid the BO surrounding Whitney, she recalled what happened the last time she was late for her morning duties. “Hold on, I’ll help you out,” she said, begrudgingly pressing herself up against Whitney’s backside.

   “BWOOOOOORRRPPP thanks,” Whitney replied, accidentally turning towards Danica to bathe her in a stream of morning breath that nearly made her wide-rimmed glasses fall from her nose.

   Keeping her head down to avoid the smell, Danica pressed her hands into Whitney’s meaty rear to try to push her out. The only thing her efforts did was give her a fresh mouthful of the gamer girl’s farts, a potent cloud created from energy drinks and cheese snacks. Defeated by the awful smell and lack of progress, Danica pulled back to catch her breath and think of a plan.

   “Maybe if you pull from the front?” Whitney suggested.

   “How can I do that? You’re wedged in the doorway.”

   With a grunt, Whitney spread her legs to make an archway out of her gassy derriere and thick legs. “Just crawl under me then.”

   Chewing on her lip, Danica was at a loss of a better way to solve the predicament. Getting down on her knees, she began crawling on the floor. Passing beneath her roommate left her with a passing gift of lingering fart clouds and a trickle of sweat along her back. Standing up on the other side and shaking off Whitney’s drippings, Danica turned her attention towards the gamer girl’s breasts as they attempted to rip free of her sweatshirt. Grasping Whitney’s torso and grimacing at the feeling of flesh and filth against her fingers, Danica began to pull with all her might.

   The girls’ combined efforts managed to free Whitney from the doorway and send her falling forward. Danica was rewarded for her help with a mouthful of Whitney’s sweat-drenched breasts smothering her face. The full weight of Whitney came crashing down on Danica, enveloping her in her pudgy flesh and adding another cloud of flatulence to her torture. The pair’s flailing led Danica to accidentally diving face first into Whitney’s fragrant armpit to get a sample of her atrocious body odor. Scrambling to roll off of Danica, Whitney fixed her glasses and loomed over her roommate.

   “UUUUURRRRRP sorry,” Whitney belched, holding out her hand.

   Graciously accepting the pudgy mitt, Danica stood back up and shook off the droplets of Whitney’s sweat clinging to her body. “It’s fine,” she replied, starting to walk towards the common room, “let’s just get to breakfast.”

   “Don’t you want to shower first?”

   “I’ll do it after. Not like anyone is going to care what I smell like around here anyway.”

   True to Danica’s word, her morning route to the dining area was plagued with the unmistakable odor of the Omege Omega Theta girls rousing from their slumber. If she had the time, Danica would take advantage of the non-existent line for the showers, none of the girls willing to clean themselves more than once a week at best. Stepping into the dining hall, she stared down the long table of girls getting ready for breakfast to see Bea sitting at the head of the table as always. Adorned in the same t-shirt and pants as the first day they met, Bea busied herself with talking enthusiastically with one of her most loyal cohorts.

   Loren immediately stood out with her greasy black ponytail that reached all the way down her flabby back to brush against the massive ass that gave her the appearance and odor of an overly ripe pear. The Hispanic woman was always brimming with energy, part of her outgoing personality expressed through the maroon crop top and multi-colored flare pants squeezed around her body. By doing a little research, Danica had discovered that she had been a head cheerleader prior to coming to the sorority. As Loren split her time between energetic conversations and pushing out her morning gas, Danica already deduced what had been the deciding factor in changing her so drastically.

   “Good morning,” Loren said upon noticing Danica. “Are you okay? You look a little sweaty.”

   “I’m fine,” Danica replied, giving a side eye to Whitney as the obese gamer sat in one of the open seats. “What’s on the menu?”

   “The usual,” Bea replied. “Our order just arrived, so hop to it twig.”

   Having learned early on not to argue with the Queen, Danica rushed out of the room towards the front door. Stepping outside, she was greeted by a much needed breath of fresh air and a delivery truck pulled up to the front of the house. Stepping down the ramp, she gave a quick greeting to the delivery driver and signed the paper. Handing back the clipboard, Danica did a few stretches and got ready for her morning routine.

   Upon receiving the first bag of food, she made a mad dash back up the ramp towards the dining hall. Leaving the bag on the table for the rest of the girls to attack like wild animals, she ran back to the driver to receive the next load. Multiple trips back and forth had her just as sweaty as the rest of the girls and gasping for breath. Just as she managed to place the final bag of food, she switched over to clean up duty to handle food containers that had been carelessly tossed aside. Wading through clouds of breakfast farts and avoiding splatters of food, she worked to gather up the trash in a semi-organized pile in the corner of the room.

   Occasionally Danica glanced back over at the table to watch the girls’ display of disgusting manners. On multiple occasions they had invited her to join them for their meals. Danica was always fast to politely decline, hiding back her rising fear that she would start to mimic the very girls she hated. Noticing the way Bea glanced at her in an attempt to get her to join in, Danica put her head down and focused on her work. By the time she was done, the sorority had eaten every single bite with barely anything left behind.

   “Sorry about BWOOOOOORRRPPPP not saving anything for you,” Bea said, a sly smile on her face. “Us growing girls have to give ourselves proper nourishment.”

   “Yeah, not to mention how strong they make our farts,” Loren was fast to add, illustrating her point with a prolonged PHHHHRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTT. “Thanks for being our little maid, but you should hurry and get to class.”

   “Yeah…I’ll get right to it,” Danica replied, sulking her way back to her room. Screaming her frustrations into her pillow, she once again counted in her head how many days were left in the first semester. Grabbing a set of clean clothes, she made her way to the showers to get ready for a day of class away from her obnoxious overlords.

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   For a nice change of pace, the horrendous odors that permeated the sorority was deadened by the smell of chlorine and tropical fruit drinks. As was tradition, Bea had put together a pool party to celebrate getting through another week of class and further indulge the sorority in their hedonism. While the rest of girls were happy to stew in the heat as they sat poolside, devour barbequed meat to further their digestion problems, and take turns cannonballing into the pool, there was a definite outlier when it came to enjoying the party.

   Try as she might, Danica could only muster a weak smile. A month at the sorority had left her with a moody disposition that was gradually turning into annoyance with each and every girl in the house. Taking passing glances at the others’ obese masses and then at her own lithe body and sensible swimsuit, she kept her eyes forward and tried to keep a positive attitude. A sigh of relaxation broke through her expression as she slid inside the warm waters and numerous bubbles of the hot tub. The moment of peace was shattered as soon as she glanced to the side to see who else was in with her.

   “Glad you could join us!” Loren announced, taking the opportunity to slam her body into Danica, nearly popping out of her crimson swimsuit in the process.

   “Just in time too,” Bea said, flaunting her cow print one-piece as she sandwiched Danica between the two slobs’ pudgy bodies. “We were just talking about the upcoming competition.”

   “What competition?” Danica asked, already regretting her words based on the smiles she received in return.

   “There’s going to be a game of chicken,” Bea explained. “You’ll pair up with a partner and try to knock your opponents into the water. The winner is the last team standing. You in?”

   “S-sure,” Danica replied, coerced by the building pressure on both sides of her body. To her relief, her answer freed her from the fat trap. “Who’s my partner?”

   “That’d be me!” Loren answered, wrapping her arm around Danica’s neck and momentarily smothering her face between her breasts. “Just trust me. It’ll be a breeze.”

   “Don’t be so sure of yourself,” Bea said, waddling her way toward the ladder to get out of the tub. “You know how brutal the competition can get.”

   “All the more reason to give it our best,” Loren said, shooting a wink towards Danica before releasing her from her grasp and shuffling after Bea. “You coming teammate?”

   “Sure, just let me enjoy the hot tub for a little longer” Danica said, letting herself sink further into the hot tub. Her moment of relaxation ended abruptly as the bubbles stopped popping against her skin. Swiveling her head back and forth and watching Loren and Bea’s rears bouncing with each step, her moment of disgusted realization had her clambering to get out of the water as fast as possible.

   Meeting her partner at the edge of the pool, she watched Bea take her place atop the lifeguard chair. “Competitors, get into your positions.”

   “You heard her.”

   Moments before Danica turned to see Loren standing right behind her, she felt the ex-cheerleader’s pudgy fingers press against her back and send her tumbling into the pool. Breaching the surface, she only managed to get a half gulp of air before Loren squeezed her head between her plush thighs. Nearly crashing face down into the water, it was only through the help of buoyancy that Danica managed to stay standing.

   “Better not drop me,” Loren said, wobbling her butt against Danica’s back to ensure optimum comfort for herself.

   “Competitors, on my mark!” Bea said, the sight of her outstretched hand barely visible to Danica past Loren’s legs. “Ready…set…BWOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRPPPP!”

   Danica was sent off running with a motivational, sputtering fart from her partner. Running to get as far as she could from the cloud, Danica didn’t have time to turn away from another set of girls. Their impact was halted by Loren as she reached out and effortlessly knocked the women aside. Danica barely had time to register the sight of Whitney plunging into the water before she received another bout of flatulence to get her running again.

   Despite her exhausted teammate, Loren managed to push the two of them through an unstoppable series of wins as they toppled one team after another. While Loren reveled in each of her fallen opponents, Danica was finding it harder to keep pace as the flesh surrounding her head drew closer. Through sheer perseverance, she managed to keep Loren upright just long enough to watch the final pair of challengers get knocked down.

   “We won!” Loren shouted, congratulating her exhausted teammate with another round of flatulence. “You know, you’re not too bad at this. Have you ever considered-“

   The rest of the words turned to nothing and the world went dark as Danica sunk into the water. Lost in a haze of weariness, she barely registered the sensation of people scrambling to get her out of the pool. Flopped onto the ground like a dead fish, she felt a pair of familiar, pudgy fingers press up and down on her chest to little avail.

   Danica’s state of deliriousness began to dissipate as she felt something heavy crawl over her body. Feeling a long ponytail brush against her arms and a plethora of belly fat against her mid-section was the only warning she got as Loren clamped her lips with hers. A valiant attempt to give Danica the breath of life was ruined as the scrawny girl felt a familiar rumbling sensation. Moments later, the water in Danica’s lungs ran for the cover to make way for the rotten burp that blew down her throat. Coughing up water and Loren’s awful breath, Danica struggled to break free. Sitting up on shaky limbs, she turned to see the relieved face of her savior and destroyer.

   “Thank goodness. I thought you were UUURRRP out for good,” Loren belched.

   Scrambling to get away from the stink cloud, Danica only stopped once her back crashed into Bea’s chunky legs.

   “Nice hustle out there, never seen a rookie take the whole thing,” Bea commented. “Guess you’ll be one to keep an eye on.”

   Danica was whisked away by Loren to be grappled into an overzealous hug. “That’s after I get to give you some BWOOOOOOORRRRRPPP one on one training.”

   As Danica stewed in Loren’s gas and the looks of admiration from the disgusting women that surrounded her, the taste of victory quickly turned sour. Chewing on her lip to prevent herself from screaming, she once again counted in her head how much longer she would have to survive the sorority.

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   The night had finally come. Weeks of surviving tests from both the school and the sorority had brought Danica close to leaving Omega Omega Theta for good. However, any thoughts of what she would do once she left were dampened by what the day after finals brought.

   Sitting alone at a table, Danica felt as if she were waiting for her turn on a hangman’s noose. As a “reward” for being the bottom half of Loren’s team in chicken competitions, she had been given the honor of judging one of the sorority’s most dreadful traditions. With each burping contest, eating gauntlet, and amateur sumo wrestling match she watched, she knew that her time was coming ever closer. As she witnessed the top three competitors make their way to dining table to scarf down pots of chili, she swallowed a mouthful of foul air, clinging to the thought that she would soon be free from their torment.

   “I’m here and BWOOOOOOORRRRP ready to win,” Loren announced, slapping her hand against her exposed mid-riff.

   Whitney dusted off a few chili stains from her sweatshirt as she adjusted her glasses. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said, her recent string of victories in the sorority challenges plastering a confident smile on her face.

   “I’d UUURRRP say the same thing about you,” Bea said, nudging the others aside as she swayed her hips. “There’s a reason I’m the Queen around here. You’ll see for yourself when our special judge gets a chance to see what I’m like when I go all out.”

   Danica let out a sigh. “Let’s just get this over with,” she said, done with trying to keep up a façade of politeness. “Just line up on the wall and let your disgusting bodies do their thing.”

   Bea let out a snicker. “That’s not how this works, twig.” Slapping her exposed belly called up two of her loyal servants to flank Danica. “If we’re going to make this a proper competition, that means you’re going to have to get an up close look at my gassy ass in all its glory.”

   Eyes growing wide as her mind went wild with the various forms of torture Bea had in mind, Danica tried to make a break for it only to be snatched up by the queen’s helpers. As she was carried to the center of the room, Bea plopped down on the ground to the tune of a squeaky fart that was a small preview of what was to come. The girls carelessly dropped Danica near their leader, giving her a close look at the sorority queen getting down on all fours to hoist her butt into the air to show off her meaty cheeks and distorted tramp stamp. As Danica heard rumblings from Bea’s intestines, one last attempt was made to crawl away from her dreadful fate.

   “Don’t be chickening out now, teammate,” Loren said, grasping Danica’s shoulder. “If I want to win this, I want it to be fair and square. Open wide.”

   Loren effortlessly pushed Danica face first between Bea’s butt cheeks. Shoved ever deeper into the putrid crevasse, Danica’s struggling was halted as the groaning noise in Bea’s gut grew louder. The fart came blasting out with all the horrific smell and stench the sorority leader could muster. Despite being subjected to the smell numerous times, Danica still found her eyes welling up with tears and her lungs choking on the foul air. The sputtering gas carried with it the strength to repeatedly blow back Danica’s hair. For a full minute Danica was forced to inhale Bea’s flatulence, the sound of farts echoing down her throat like a majestic symphony to her tormenter’s ears. Danica’s release came after one last, wet sounding fart as Bea bumped her aside with her butt cheeks. Sprawled out with her back against the floor, Danica attempted to find fresh air and stand back up.

   Once again, Danica’s efforts were foiled as Loren stepped into her vision to straddle her face. “My turn,” she announced, slamming her rear down on Danica’s face.

   Enveloped by Loren’s backside, the aroma clinging to the pudgy rear served as a herald for what was to come. Soon after the last of the ripples stopped shaking Loren’s flab, her body rumbled with the gas being forced into Danica’s face. Plagued by the smell of rotten meat, any fight Danica could put up was stopped by Loren’s next move.

   Momentarily rising up, Loren came slamming back down with a fart blasting into Danica’s open mouth. Repeating the motion with increased gas output, Loren got into a rhythm of gyrating her hips to harken back to her cheerleading days. Forced to swallow sweat and flatulence with each slam of Loren’s meaty ass against her face, Danica could feel her body start to give out. Just as Danica heard Loren rev up for another gas bomb, her savior arrived in the form of her roommate pushing the energetic slob aside with a belly bump.

   “That’s enough!” Whitney exclaimed, the firmest statement Danica had ever seen her make. Any thoughts of being rescued were dashed away as Danica watched Whitney waddle about to have her shadow encompass her body. “My turn.”

   The entirety of Whitney’s weight came crashing down on Danica, burying her between the fold of her back flab. Pinned to the floor by the equivalent of a palette of concrete blocks, Danica ears focused on the unruly groans traveling through Whitney’s mass. The gas started out small, beginning as a small squeak that gradually grew in volume and strength. With nowhere else to go, the foul air trapped itself beneath its owner’s massive form to ensure it completely surrounded Danica.

   Not content with letting Danica merely simmer in her stench, Whitney wriggled her body around until she managed to get her roommate’s face right up to her rear. Clenching her fingers, Whitney pushed out a sputtering fart that puffed up Danica’s cheeks with its rancid farts. The effect wasn’t lost on Danica, her body shaking from the smell of rotten eggs and the feeling of betrayal.

   When Whitney finally decided to roll away, Danica couldn’t feel most of her body. Her sense of smell was overwhelmed by the relentless barrage of gas, but it could still determine the various awful stenches that clung to her skin. Just as she held out a hand to try and get up, she was yanked onto her feet by her roommate.

   “So, did I win?” Whitney asked, the possibility of victory overriding any of her former meekness.

   “That depends on what the judge thinks,” Loren answered, yanking Danica towards her and burying her face in her cleavage.

   Bea grasped Danica’s lithe torso and pulled her up against her gut, letting her chin sink into her belly button. “Well, we’re waiting. Who had the best farts?”

   “I-I don’t know!” Danica shouted, not sure which answer would save her from further torment.

   “Must need another helping,” Loren suggested, stepping up to trap Danica between her and Bea.

   “Me first!” Whitney exclaimed adding her girth to Danica’s prison.

   “Ladies, ladies, no need to fight,” Bea said. “We can all go together. Take the flatulent foursome position and let loose with all you’ve got.”

   Danica slumped to the floor in the confusion as the three girls pulled away. It didn’t take long for her to figure out what the others had in store as she watched them turn their backsides towards her and shuffle back. One by one she felt the chunky cheeks of the girls’ asses, each one permeating with their owner’s leftover gas. Pressed ever deeper into the trio of butts, the strength she lost in her initial struggling made her realize just how futile it would be to fight back now.

   Bea started things off, her fart sending vibrations through the unholy congregation of flesh to whip around Danica’s hair against her meaty restraints. Loren soon followed with several quick bumps of her butt against the huddled ass cheeks to expel her gas and add to the aroma of Bea’s lingering flatulence. Whitney’s deluge of wet-sounding farts tainted with her lackluster diet served as the final appetizer for what came next.

   The trio sent out their worst gas expulsions in the hopes to thoroughly impress the judge with their power and stench. Bounced around between the backsides by each fart, Danica could feel herself going numb from the constant bombardment. Her ears rung with the loud volume of each ass blast. Her taste buds felt like a scorched desert, the power of the flatulence ensuring she was constantly plagued by the awful flavors. The sheer heat of the girls’ bodies and gas pressed together sent beads of sweat down Danica’s face, getting mixed about as she went cross-eyed from the relentless gas barrage.

   Through tear soaked eyes, Danica watched her tormenters tense up and begin to shake in unison. All at once, the three of them forced out the rest of their gas reserves in a last ditch attempt to win the competition. Attacked on all sides with the worst stink bomb imaginable, Danica’s body did the only thing it could to survive. As the last of the gas petered out, her vision faded to a merciful darkness as she drifted off into unconsciousness.

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   When Danica’s eyes slowly opened up to stare at the Omeg Omega Theta house’s ceiling, her brain went into a frenzy to try and figure out what had happened. The light peeking in through the curtains alongside the sound of multiple women chewing and belching let her know it was around breakfast time. Slowly picking herself up, she felt her fingers sink into plush fabric. Looking down, she realized she was sprawled out on the same bean bag chair that Bea had used for her initiation.

   “Good, you’re BWOOOOOOORRPP awake,” Bea said, prompting Danica to turn towards her. “If you’re wondering, the three of us decided to call it a tie after you passed out,” she added, tossing a strip of bacon into her mouth. “That is, unless you want to go for another round to decide a definitive winner.”

   Twisting her face into a scowl that dripped with every ounce of her built up rage, Danica stomped towards Bea. “Listen, you satanic slob, I’m done following your orders! If you so much as bring that filthy, fat ass of yours within an inch of me again, I’m going to-“

   “Chill, chill,” Bea said, waving about her pudgy hand. “Is that really how you want to act on your last day at the sorority?”

   Danica shivered as her rage was deflated by confusion. “What?”

   Sifting through her cleavage, Bea pulled out the same stack of papers she had produced on the day of Danica’s arrival. “Turns out there was a little glitch in the university’s enrollment system. You apparently got mixed up with another Danica Delaney.”

   “Wait, that means-“

   “Yup, you can leave now if you want. I already did the leg work of getting you transferred to Delta Iota Pi yesterday when I learned about the mess up. Would’ve told you earlier, but I figured you’d want to spend one more night with your adoring sorority sisters before you said goodbye.”

   Danica’s anger and elation upon hearing the news combined into a sinister smile. “Like I would ever spend another nanosecond here under my own free will,” she announced turning away from her main tormentor. “If I have my way, I’ll never see a disgusting slob like you ever again.”

   Ignoring the sly smile of Bea with the help of her self-righteous insults, Danica made her way towards the exit of the dorm. Along the way, she made sure to pay every sorority member she met with a stream of long overdue insults and rude hand gestures. She made sure to pop her head into the dining hall just to see Loren’s face as she let loose a stream of insults towards her so-called teammate and the oversized backside that had repeatedly endangered her life. Just as she finished berating Whitney for the various times she had made her late to class with her constant stuckage, Danica was stopped at the front door by the presence of a mass of flesh larger than anything she had met before.

   Slipping down the mound of meat led her to momentarily get her face stuck in a belly button that put even Bea’s to shame. Freeing herself and turning towards the blockade, Danica was left in awe at what appeared to be a reflection she would see in a fun house mirror. The woman was like a twisted version of herself, bearing the same hair color and even the same outfit she was wearing. She outclassed the rest of the sorority in several regards, the most prominent being the size of her obese body and the horrific odor that surrounded her.

   “You UUUUURRP Danica?” the fat woman asked.

   “Y-yes.”

   “Same,” the woman replied, slapping her exposed tummy and letting loose a loud BRRRRAAAAAPPPPPP from her rear. “Can’t believe they mixed up a twig like you with my big, beautiful body.”

   A sudden thrust of her hips sent the skinny Danica stumbling to the side to allow her overweight doppelganger into the place she belonged. Suffering in the wake of the slobby woman’s fart cloud, Danica watched her greet the other girls as is they were lifelong friends without a second thought. While the rest of the sorority led their newest member towards the queen for initiation, Danica turned her back towards the door and started running.

   Seeing the visage of her true sorority grow ever closer helped to motivate her through her post-party grogginess. However, her eagerness began to fade as her arrival at the front gates was greeted with a pile of empty food containers similar to what she would find at Omega Omega Theta. Sliding open the gate and slipping inside, she fought through her sense of foreboding to ascend the stairs towards the entrance. Upon opening up the door she was met with an awful odor that was all too familiar to her.

   Stepping inside the sorority, she was left in shock to see each of the girls sporting sizable potbellies and excess flab across their bodies. None of them were even close to matching her old sorority’s size, but they more than made up for it with the constant gas expulsions that erupted from both ends. Meandering through the fog of foul gas and piles of desecrated clothing to reach the common room, she managed to eavesdrop on a pair of girls devouring a pair of triple deluxe bacon cheeseburgers.

   “What happened to BWOOOOOOOORRRP Danica?”

   The other girl let loose a loud PHHHHRRRRRTTT from her rear. “She got transferred to another sorority. Says its where she belonged.”

   “That’s some UUURRRP bull. Guess that means we got to up our game if we want to compete with their bodies then.”

   Nodding in agreement, the two girls devoured their meals with reckless abandon. Staring at the display of pure gluttony, Danica still found it hard to believe that her supposed paradise had all been corrupted by a single woman. At a complete loss for what was even real anymore, Danica managed to find an empty couch in the common area to slump down on.

   Contemplating the effects of the other Danica’s corruptive lifestyle, her mind went wild with ideas of the entire university being overrun by a pandemic of slobs. As she kept going over the inevitable changes that would eventually consume her entire school life, her eyes drifted towards a pizza box someone had left on the table in front of her. Popping open the lid revealed one of the greasiest pizzas known to man, a staple of the Omega Omega Theta diet plan. Pulling out one of the slices and piling the stretched out cheese on top, she equated it to a forbidden fruit that had tempted so many of her fellow students. As she watched the grease drip from the slice onto her leg, she wondered how long she would be able to fight off the inevitable takeover of the university in the name of the slob sororities.