Chapter 2: Pi Sigma Sigma
Cassie tried to keep a low profile over the next week, but everywhere she went she felt like people were staring at her. Maybe it was just in her head. She couldn't know for sure who had seen her completely naked during her misadventure over the weekend.
Her classmates continued to remain cold to her. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was an outsider or a pretender. She needed some way to get through to her peers so that they could accept her.
The weekend approached and Cassie got ready to go meet the members of Pi Sigma Sigma. She put on her best dress and heels and met up with Mei Lin and the third member of their cohort, Natasha.
Natasha was average in just about every way. Her mousy brown hair framed her plain face nicely. She seemed to hide her good figure behind baggy clothes and loose skirts. Her inquisitive brown eyes and curious nature were charming and likable. She was always asking questions, trying to find out about others while at the same time remaining a mystery herself. Whenever Cassie pressed her on her background she would quickly change the subject.
The three girls all walked together down the street containing the fraternity houses. They marveled at the beautiful architecture and immaculate landscaping. Finally they reached the Pi Sigma Sigma house. They pressed the buzzer at the front gate and it swiftly swung open.
The girls entered a courtyard that looked like it belonged in a magazine. The cobblestone sidewalk led past topiary cut in the shape of the house letters, marble statues lined both sides of a driveway populated with a plethora of sportscars and luxury automobiles. A plaza just in front of the house boasted a gorgeous fountain complete with three tiny cherubs shooting water from their naked penises.
The girls gawked at the opulence as they approached the door and knocked. The door swung open and the girls were ushered in to an equally luxurious house. They were warmly welcomed by several of the members. The leader amongst them was a smartly dressed woman with thick black hair and an enchanting Colombian accent named Melissa Del Rico.
"Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma," she said. "I'm sure you'll have a great time spending the month with us. We are all very excited to meet you."
Cassie was a little taken aback by the friendly response they received. She had begun to think that no one liked her. Perhaps they were willing to see past her status now that she was on her way to joining them.
Melissa gave the girls a tour of the enormous mansion while she explained what Pi Sigma Sigma was about and who its membership were. It seems that many of the foreign students at Lashmore find their way into this chapter, which isn't entirely surprising given that many of their alumni were powerful figures in international business and diplomacy.
When the tour finished the girls found themselves in a large living room populated with the entire membership. The girls were introduced to everyone, then Melissa turned to them.
"Now, I'm sure you're eager to know what is expected of you as pledges," she said. "We don't have a formal process like some of the other houses. You'll join us for social events and if you fit in then we will recommend that you move on. Simple enough, right?"
"But we do have two rules for our pledges, because we can't but help have a little fun. One, when you are with us you must ask before using the bathroom. Two, you must immediately drink anything a Pi Sig hands you. Understood?"
The girls nodded their assent.
"Excellent," Melissa replied. "Now, tomorrow we have our first big event of the year. We, along with a few of the other houses, are participating in our annual dance-a-thon. It's to raise money for charity, but really it's about bragging rights for the winning house. We have won for the past three years straight. It is tradition for the team to be comprised of the pledges for each house, and because we want to win so badly we will make you this deal: whoever wins the contest for us will automatically get our blessing to move on in the pledge process."
A great smile grew across Cassie's face. This was perfect. She could impress the Pi Sigs and move on in one fell swoop.
"We'll get you the details later, but you'd better come ready to dance," Melissa said.
Then everyone was handed a glass of expensive champagne. "To Pi Sigma Sigma," the entire chapter said in unison. "Bottoms up."
Cassie downed the champagne as Melissa explained that 'bottoms up' was the unofficial house motto. She was then handed another glass, which she dutifully drank down. She didn't want to break rule two on her first day. After a few more glasses than she would have preferred, Cassie staggered home to her dorm and fell asleep dreaming of the glory she'd have after winning the contest tomorrow.
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She arrived at the dance club early the next day to make sure everything was ready. The girls were told to wear tight jeans and a white tank top. Unfortunately, they were also told to wear heels because they had to look good winning, the fraternity had a reputation to uphold after all. As soon as she approached one of the Pi Sigs, a water bottle was thrust into her hand. Cassie drank it down, it was probably a good idea to stay hydrated in case the dance-a-thon went on for a while, she figured.
The spectators and other teams arrived in short order. There were three small stages set in the middle of the club's large dance floor. Cassie, Mei, and Natasha were guided up onto one stage. The rules were simple, last one standing would win. No sitting or breaks were allowed.
The contest began. A live DJ started spinning tracks and the club came alive. Cassie was having a blast. She loved dancing and was showing off some of her best moves. Every thirty minutes or so someone from Pi Sig would come and hand each of the girls another water bottle. After the first few Cassie would have said that she'd had enough, but she knew the rules and kept drinking them down.
After a couple of hours the first contestants started dropping out. The first was a square-jawed prettyboy who looked like he hadn't worked a day in his life. Cassie scoffed at him as she kept dancing. Though her feet were beginning to ache from standing in her high heels for so long.
After another couple of hours the club had really come to life. The dance floor around the raised platforms were crowded with revelers looking to blow off some steam. The Pi Sigma Sigma pledges all remained in the contest, though now they admittedly were dancing not because of the raucous beats but because they had been given so much water that their bladders were filled to the max.
More time passed. It was down to four dancers: Cassie, Mei, Natasha, and a pledge from Omega Iota Nu. The Omega girl was dressed in a teeny tiny skirt and staggeringly high heels. Cassie was sure that the people dancing on the stage beneath her were getting a full view up between her legs. The girl's face was painted with an egregious amount of makeup. She looked more like a stripper or a prostitute than a college student.
Cassie looked down at her jeans, thankful that she was allowed to dress sensibly. Or almost sensibly, her feet were killing her. She wasn't sure how much longer she could stand. She wondered if the Pi Sigs would be upset if she kicked off her shoes. Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately depending on perspective, she had the extreme fullness of her bladder to distract her from her feet.
She hopped from foot to foot, wishing over and over that the Omega girl would drop out. Then she and her fellow pledges would be declared the winners and they'd be on easy street for the rest of the month.
Cassie focused all her attention on her foe. She stared her down as the girl danced obliviously, giving a free peepshow to the horny guys occupying the dance floor beneath her. Then suddenly Cassie felt something.
No, she cried to herself. No, no, no. This not happening. She reached down to pat her jeans and her hand came away wet. She gasped and looked down. There was a growing wet spot all over her crotch and running down her leg.
Suddenly there was silence. Cassie actually heard a record scratch as the DJ stopped the track. Gasps and murmurs spread throughout the club. All eyes were on Cassie. She froze, her face flushed bright red. Fingers pointed. Laughter erupted. People turned to each other in disbelief. A few held up their phones to snap a picture.
Cassie couldn't believe this was happening. She stood frozen for a good thirty seconds while every person in the club took in the sight of the girl who had just pissed herself on stage. Finally she broke out of her daze, jumped down from the stage, and ran for the exit. The crowds parted before her as people jumped out of the way lest she rub against them.
Cassie ran. She ignored the pain in her feet, and the warm, wet spot all down the front of her jeans. She didn't stop running until she made it back to her dorm. She quickly cleaned herself off then buried herself in her bed. She laid there wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole. She was completely mortified.
A couple hours later Mei returned. "Oh my God Cassie, that was so horrible. I feel so bad for you," she said. "It was pretty much all anyone at the club could talk about for the rest of the night."
Cassie buried her face deeper into her pillow.
"For what it's worth, Natasha and I won the contest," she added. "We took advantage of your, um, distraction to duck behind the stage and piss in some empty beer mugs. I don't know what the Pi Sigs were thinking by giving us so much water to drink. I thought they wanted us to win."
This was more bad news. Now Mei and Natasha were guaranteed to go on and she was left having to prove herself.
"Melissa wants us all to meet her at the house tomorrow morning. You're not going to quit, are you?" Mei asked.
Cassie really didn't have a choice. If she dropped out then she'd have to pay back her tuition. "No, I'll be there," Cassie replied. Mei turned out the lights and went to sleep, but Cassie stayed up, haunted by the thought of facing not only the Pi Sigs but the rest of the campus.
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The next morning Cassie, Mei, and Natasha reported to the Pi Sigma Sigma house. As they walked into the living room the entire membership of the fraternity was there. They erupted into applause for their heroes, the champions of the dance-a-thon. The trophy was proudly placed on the mantle of the stately chimney, while everyone chanted Mei and Natasha's names. Cassie slunk back against a wall hoping not to draw attention to herself.
Mei and Natasha took an open seat on the couch as the house meeting quieted down and moved on to other matters. Meanwhile, Melissa slid over to Cassie and guided her into an adjacent room.
"That was quite a performance you had last night," Melissa said. Cassie could feel her face turning red. "It takes a lot of guts to come back here after that. Do you still want to pledge for our fraternity?"
Cassie nodded her head meekly.
"Good," Melissa said. "But we can't have you pissing yourself in public." Melissa handed her a backpack. "As punishment for your embarrassing display you will wear these."
Cassie opened the bag and saw a package of adult diapers. Surely Melissa was joking. "Melissa, I can't-," Cassie began but Melissa cut her off.
"You will," she interjected. "And don't go trying to hide the fact that you're wearing them. You will wear form fitting pants. And until we say otherwise you are forbidden to use the bathroom for anything other than changing yourself, before which you will first ask a Pi Sig for permission. If you can somehow control yourself during the course of your day then you may come use the bathroom here at this house before you head home."
Cassie was speechless. She kept hoping that this was some elaborate joke. Hadn't she been humiliated enough? But the look on Melissa's face showed that she was dead serious.
The house meeting broke up a few minutes later and the girls walked together back to their dorms. "What's in the bag?" Mei asked innocently.
"I don't want to talk about it," Cassie mumbled. She spent the rest of the day hiding in her room, wondering how she could show her face at classes the next day.
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The next morning as Cassie got dressed she looked at herself in the mirror. She tried on every pair of pants that she had hoping that one of them would make it less obvious that she was wearing a diaper. But these were not low profile diapers, no, they were full on big, puffy Pampers. And what's worse is that they swished when she walked.
She packed a spare diaper in her bag, just in case. Though she was determined not to use it. She hoped that she could make it long enough to return to the Pi Sigma Sigma house so she could use the bathroom like a normal, dignified person.
As she walked across campus to her first class she felt like everyone was staring at her. By now word must have spread to anyone who hadn't seen her humiliation firsthand. When she arrived in class all eyes definitely were upon her. And there was no mistaking the giggles and titters. Cassie's face flushed red as she sought out a seat at the back of the class. In the quiet of the classroom there was no mistaking the swish-swish that the diaper made at every step. Everyone's eyes followed her to her seat.
As soon as she sat down she noticed the Pi Sig sitting next to her holding out a bottle of water. Cassie pleaded with her eyes for mercy, but he insisted. Once she took the bottle and drank it down, he got up and left. He wasn't even in this class.
The rest of the day continued the same. At every class there was a smiling Pi Sig ready and waiting to give her a bottle of water. Little did Cassie know that the water was spiked with a powerful diuretic. The sheer volume of the water would have made her overfull, but with the combination of that her struggle was hopeless. By midday she could restrain herself no further and she pissed herself in the middle of her English composition class.
If anyone noticed, they didn't react. But Cassie was certain that they must have smelled it. Cassie blushed bright red, for what must have been the hundredth time that day. Unfortunately, the Pi Sig that was in the class with her was sitting all the way up front, so Cassie couldn't ask for permission to charge herself. She sat in her piss-filled diaper for the rest of class.
As soon as the lecture ended, Cassie jumped out of her chair to ask permission. The extra weight in her diaper caused it bulge out very obviously. No one who saw her now could doubt that she was wearing a full diaper. She caught up to the Pi Sig just as she was walking out the door.
"Excuse me," Cassie whispered. "Can I go change?"
The Pi Sig smiled coyly. "Change what?" she asked, playing dumb.
Cassie hesitated. She could hardly bring herself to say it. "My diaper," she mumbled.
"What's that?" the Pi Sig replied. "I can't hear you, pledge. Speak loudly and clearly."
Cassie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I need to change my diaper," she said, a bit louder than she had intended. Several people behind her snickered aloud. Cassie cringed.
Finally after a moment the Pi Sig relented. "Yes. You have permission to change yourself," she said.
Cassie dashed off to the bathroom. On the way she ran into her teacher. Professor Westfall was by far Cassie's favorite teacher. She had such a refreshing perspective on the world. It was odd that she'd choose to surround herself with the stodgy, holier-than-thou elites of Lashmore.
Professor Westfall brushed her mousy brown hair out of her eyes and she looked over the distressed and embarrassed Cassie. "Is everything ok?" she asked.
"Um, yes, fine," Cassie replied, distracted.
The professor looked over her shoulder to be sure that they were alone before leaning in towards Cassie. "I know that sometimes these fraternities get a little too out of hand. Between you and me, I believe that they have far too much sway at this university for anyone's good. If you ever need any help, you let me know, no questions asked."
Cassie couldn't put in words how much that meant to her. She put on her bravest face for her professor. "Thank you. I'm determined to get through this and succeed," she replied.
"Very well," her professor said. "Just be sure that the price is worth what you get out of it." She glanced down at Cassie's bulging diaper before continuing on her way.
Cassie dashed into the bathroom and changed herself, then headed on to the next class where a Pi Sig was waiting with yet another bottle of water. Somehow she made it through the rest of the day without soiling herself. She stopped by the frat house on her way home where she gratefully was allowed to use the bathroom.
The rest of the week went much the same. Cassie was going through one or two diapers every day. Despite her constant humiliation she was starting to internalize and accept the embarrassment, though the snickering of her classmates continued.
On Friday she went to the frat house after class to relieve herself. After doing her business she went to flush but found that the toilet was broken. She stepped out of the bathroom only to find Melissa waiting for her.
"Hello, Cassie," she said, "How are you doing? I bet you'd like it if you didn't have to wear those diapers anymore."
"Oh, yes please," Cassie responded, "I've learned my lesson. I'd do anything to not have to wear them anymore."
"Anything, huh?" Melissa replied. An evil grin flashed across her face. She took an empty glass off of a nearby shelf then slid past Cassie into the bathroom. She reached down into the toilet bowl and filled the cup with Cassie's unflushed piss. Then she walked over to Cassie and gave her the glass.
"Drink this and you won't have to wear the diapers anymore," she said.
Cassie looked at the yellow-tinged glass she was holding in her hand. "But," she started. "But this is-" She couldn't bring herself to say the rest.
"I'm quite aware of what it is," Melissa said impatiently. "The more important thing is, are you going to drink it?"
Cassie continued to ponder the cup of yellow liquid.
"Can you tell me the second rule we have for pledges here?" Melissa asked.
"I will drink anything that has been handed to me. But, this-" Cassie replied.
"And what is our unofficial motto?" Melissa interrupted.
"Bottoms up," Cassie said.
Melissa guided the glass and Cassie's hand up to her mouth. "Well..."
Cassie shuddered. With the glass held up beneath her nose the smell was overwhelming. She put the cup to her lips and took a tentative sip. The taste was awful, but not as bad as she was imagining. She paused to swallow the salty piss, but Melissa placed a finger on the bottom of the glass and tipped it up higher.
Cassie's eyes bugged out. She tried to swallow faster but some of the piss dribbled out of her mouth and ran down the front of her blouse. She pulled away, coughing and gagging. She felt like she was going to throw up. There was still a half of the glass left. Melissa looked at her expectantly.
Cassie held her nose with one hand and tipped up the glass with the other. She drank as quickly as she could, taking huge gulps, and finished off the liquid.
"There," Melissa said. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Cassie felt queasy. Her insides were tying themselves in knots.
"You don't have to wear the diapers any more," she continued. "But since we can't trust you to control yourself you are instead forbidden from wearing panties and you will wear loose fitting skirts from now on. Furthermore, when you need to relieve yourself you may not use the bathroom. Since you pee yourself like an animal you will go outside like an animal. Understood?"
Cassie nodded her head, but then her nausea overcame her. She darted into the bathroom and emptied the contents of her stomach into the toilet. When she looked up Melissa was shaking her head dismissively.
"This just will not do," she said. "You need to prove that you are stronger than this. Do you even want to be in a fraternity?"
"I do," Cassie pleaded. "Give me another chance. I will prove myself."
"Very well. Come back here tomorrow morning," Melissa replied.
Cassie washed her face and rinsed out her mouth then went home smelling of the piss that she had spilled all over her blouse.
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The next morning Cassie nervously readied herself to go to the Pi Sigma Sigma house. She wasn't sure what to expect, but whatever it was was sure to be a challenge. Hopefully, she wouldn't humiliate herself yet again.
She arrived early and made small talk with some of the members. After a while Melissa appeared. She handed Cassie a cup filled with a cloudy, white liquid.
"Drink this," she ordered.
Cassie took a suspicious look at the liquid. "What is it?" she asked.
"Does it matter? I asked you to drink it," Melissa replied.
Cassie shrugged and drank down the contents of the cup. It wasn't bad. It tasted vaguely of coconut.
"Now what?" Cassie said.
"Now we see if you can be taught to be a Pi Sigma Sigma," Melissa said with a sinister grin.
Cassie didn't know what to make of that. But suddenly she began to feel light-headed. She steadied herself against a wall and made her way to a nearby couch. She passed out just as she lowered herself onto the cushions.
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Cassie groaned as she regained consciousness. What happened, she wondered. She moved to lift her hands to rub her eyes but couldn't. Her wrists had been fitted into cuffs and locked to her likewise cuffed ankles. She'd have cried out for help but a large panel gag had been strapped over her mouth. A thin tube snaked out of a hole in the middle of the gag and up to the ceiling.
Cassie looked around. She was in a small, dim, windowless room. She was in a kneeling position in the middle of the room, sitting astride a sybian machine. Leather straps lifted up over the backs of her knees preventing her from getting up. Beneath her the part of the machine that pressed against her pussy was gently vibrating. Cassie moaned along with the pleasant sensations. She wasn't sure how long she had been bound like this. She was still wearing her skirt and top, but she was not wearing panties, as instructed, which was a good thing because by now they'd have been soaked through with her pussy juice.
As Cassie sat there taking stock of the situation she couldn't help but rock herself back and forth on the sybian. The machine's gentle ministrations had her very worked up. Just then the door to the room swung open and Melissa walked in.
"Comfortable?" Melissa asked.
Cassie moaned in protest at this latest turn of events, but her gag rendered her unintelligible.
"Welcome to our indoctrination room," Melissa continued, ignoring Cassie's protests. "We've got a few films to show you that will fill you in on the history of Pi Sigma Sigma. All the stuff a new pledge ought to know."
Melissa looked down at the copious amounts of pussy juice dribbling down Cassie's legs. "I see you're enjoying one of our favorite toys. But as excited as you are, I doubt that you can cum with it on the lowest setting. If you'd like to turn it up you simply have to suck on that tube fitted into your gag. The harder you suck, the more intense the machine will go. I'll be back in a few hours to check on you."
Melissa stepped out the room and closed the door behind her. A projector sputtered to life behind Cassie, painting the wall in front of her with a film. Cassie tried to focus on the video, but her attention was persistently drawn down between her legs. The sybian had her so worked up that it was impossible to focus.
Cassie gave a tentative sip on the tube attached to her gag. The machine instantly jumped up in intensity. Cassie swooned, then cringed. The tube she had sucked on was filled with piss. Of course, she thought. The pungent, salty liquid hit her tongue and she gagged. The sybian ramped down to its previous low setting. Cassie slumped down frustrated. All she had accomplished with her small sip was to increase her frustration. She resolved herself to sit back and watch the film.
In it she saw clips of Pi Sigma Sigma cocktail parties from long ago. Mustached men in top hats danced the jitterbug with women in tasseled skirts. Then she saw more recent clips. A pool party with girls in skimpy bikinis and muscled men playing volleyball in the water. Cassie stared at the scene, rapt, her eyes fixed on the glistening muscles of the tanned, athletic men. Something stirred inside her and suddenly without even realizing it she sucked hard on the tube in her mouth.
The sybian sprang to life, pulsing and vibrating in new and novel ways. It hit all the right buttons. Cassie swooned as she felt pleasure that she hadn't known was possible. She guzzled down the acrid piss like it was water in the desert, anything to keep the sensations going. Her breathing grew ragged. Her vision faded. She ground her hips back and forth against the machine. Then the buildup erupted like an explosion. Cassie screamed in ecstasy as the most powerful orgasm of her life crashed over her. Wave after wave of intense pleasure pulsed through her. She slumped down, spent.
Now conscious of what she had just done, Cassie gagged. Her stomach turned in knots. The pool of urine that filled her stomach sat uneasily within her. Cassie looked up and saw that the content of the video had changed. Now the scene was no longer friendly college coeds socializing at parties. Instead it was a dim room. Nude women on their knees, their heads tipped back and mouths open. Several Pi Sigs that she recognized from the previous parts of the video stepped forward and unleashed torrents of piss on the women. The women leaned in and greedily gulped at the urine pouring into their mouths, several stroked their naked pussies as their faces were covered in piss and more people took a turn to relieve themselves.
The video changed again to a similar scene. More women, and some men, sat submissively waiting to receive their golden showers from the eager revelers. Cassie stared, mesmerized. She didn't know what to think. She felt like she should be disgusted, but a part of her was intrigued. What has happening to her, she wondered.
As she continued to watch Cassie couldn't help but notice that the sybian beneath her was still humming away at its lowest setting. She thought that the orgasm she'd just had would have sated her lust, but she could feel herself stirring again. She continued watching the video and at the next scene, as a volley of piss hit the eager, thirsty participants she found herself drawing on the tube in her mouth. The machine stepped up its vibrations further inflaming her lust.
It wasn't long before Cassie was rocked by another orgasm. As she recovered and watched more of what it meant to be in Pi Sigma Sigma she began to normalize what she was seeing. The sybian kept its pleasurable sensations going. The fullness in her belly from the copious amounts of piss she had already drunk was the only thing preventing Cassie from starting another round. But as she continued to watch she felt her lust rising again. Eventually the fullness moved from her belly to her bladder. Cassie wriggled in discomfort. She badly needed to cum yet again, but she felt so full.
As the minutes past her body called to her to give in. She resolved to sip just a little more, but once she did she could not stop herself. She rapidly slurped down ever more piss until she came yet again. This time as the orgasm exploded within her she lost control. A hot stream of her own piss burst out of Cassie's bladder, soaking her skirt and running down her legs. She was left kneeling in a pool of her own piss.
When Melissa returned several hours later she found Cassie, exhausted, slumped over the sybian moaning. She switched off the machine and with the help of another Pi Sig man pulled her free of the device. As they laid her down on a plastic couch in the back of the room Cassie's, now freed hand shot to her red, swollen pussy. She moaned aloud as she shamelessly pleasured herself in front of the two people standing before her.
"So now you know what it means to be Pi Sigma Sigma," said Melissa. "What do you need?"
Cassie's eyes wandered to the crotch of the man standing before her. "Piss on me," she said. "Please. I need it so bad."
The man stepped forward and unzipped his pants. Cassie stared at his cock, admiring it, yearning for it. "Please piss on me. I want your hot piss in my mouth," Cassie begged.
She unconsciously closed her eyes, opened her mouth, and tipped back her head. She twitched as the man unleashed a hot stream of piss all over her face and into her mouth. It flowed faster than she could drink and it poured down onto her chest. All the while Cassie furiously rubbed her pussy. She came as the man finished, then passed out in exhaustion on the couch.
When she awoke she saw a note from Melissa pinned to the door. It read, "Cassie, you have done well. We're so happy to see that you may have what it takes to be Pi Sigma Sigma. There is just one more trial we have for you before granting our approval to advance in the pledge process. Remember your new rules. See you next weekend."
Pinned to the note was an invitation to the Pi Sigma Sigma tailgate party for next weekend's homecoming football game against Lashmore's rival.
Cassie opened the door to her room and stepped out into darkness. Apparently it was the middle of the night and she had been in a small shed on the grounds of the Pi Sigma Sigma house. She approached the main house and found that it was locked up tight. Cassie looked down at herself to see that she was still wearing her piss-covered clothes from earlier. She sighed as she realized that she'd have to find her way back home without a chance to change or clean herself up.
She crept like a thief in the night through the darkened alleyways of the campus until she made her way back to her dorm. She dashed through the entrance hoping to avoid any late night residents, but there was no such luck. A pair of girls she recognized from her history class saw her as she fumbled with her key in the lock. Their jaws dropped and they quickly hurried away as Cassie swept past them. As she fit her key in the lock she looked up and saw her reflection in the glass. Her hair was plastered to her face and there were discolored splotches all over her top and skirt. Not only that, but she smelled awful. She unlocked the door and sprinted to her room.
Mei was sleeping lightly inside. At the sound of Cassie entering into the dark room she rolled over and mumbled, "Cassie, is that you? You smell awful." Then she fell back asleep.
Cassie grabbed a change of clothes and went to take a shower. It had been a long day.
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Cassie slept all day Sunday. The previous day's adventures had left her exhausted. On Monday she woke up early for classes feeling refreshed. As she reached into her closet for something to wear she remembered the new rules she had been given. Walking to class felt strange as she felt the cool air blowing up her skirt against her bare pussy. Of course when she arrived there was a Pi Sig waiting to hand her a bottle of water. At least this time the guy gave her, what looked to be, a genuine smile before getting up and leaving.
Cassie dutifully drank down her beverage, and the one handed to her in the next class. Before heading to her third class for the day she decided that she ought to relieve herself before she had an accident. She felt like she couldn't trust herself to keep control any longer, and she had no diaper to protect her anymore.
She exited the building in search of a secluded bush that she could hide behind. The fear of getting caught peeing outside in the middle of the day left her heart pounding. Adrenaline rushed through her as squatted down and hiked her skirt. She let loose a stream of piss just as another student ran by. She stopped and froze. The student paused and cocked his head, then continued on his way.
That was too close, Cassie thought as she stood up and straightened her clothes. She went on to her next class feeling relieved, but frightened.
The rest of the week of the week went much the same way. Cassie learned all the best hiding places on campus where she could do her business. The thrill of getting caught excited her in ways she wouldn't have imagined. That is until she did get caught.
On Thursday afternoon she had gone out to one of her usual spots behind the science building to go pee. Afterward she stood up, turned around, and found herself face-to-face with a campus security guard.
Cassie flushed bright red as his eyes moved back and forth between her and the puddle beneath her.
"We've had a few reports of public urination around here," he said gruffly. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
"I, I'm sorry," Cassie stammered, humiliated.
"I'll let you off with a warning today, but you'd better learn to control yourself. Do you understand me?" he said sternly.
"Yes, sir. I will," Cassie said as she gathered her things and ran off.
"Just remember," he called after her. "There are cameras everywhere on this campus. We see everything."
Cassie didn't like the sound of that and resolved to be more careful.
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All day Friday the buzz around the campus was about homecoming weekend and the big game against the school's rival, Cartman College. Cassie saw a large number of alumni around campus, coming back to their alma mater to relive their glory days.
Cassie woke up early Saturday morning, nervous about the Pi Sigma Sigma tailgate party that she had been invited to. She readied herself and headed over to the parking lot outside the stadium where she found a large RV with the Pi Sigma Sigma letters painted on the side.
"Oh, Cassie, I'm glad you're here," Melissa remarked when she saw her. "We have a homecoming tradition in Pi Sigma Sigma that requires a volunteer from among our membership, however, we didn't get anyone to volunteer this year. We were hoping that you wouldn't mind stepping forward?"
"Do I get to know what it is I'm volunteering for?" Cassie asked suspiciously.
"Now what would be the fun in that?" Melissa replied playfully. "But I'll tell you this, if you go along with what we have planned today then I guarantee you our approval in the pledge process. You can move on to the next fraternity house without any more requests from us."
Cassie was intrigued, and she knew realistically that she was not really being given a choice here. Reluctantly she agreed. Melissa grabbed her hand and led her into the RV. Inside were a few Pi Sigs preparing hors d'oeuvres and arranging decorations. Melissa handed her a bag with clothes in it and guided her to the bathroom. "Put this on," she said.
Cassie grabbed the bag and went into the bathroom. She shrugged out of her skirt and blouse then withdrew her new clothing from the bag. There were only two items, a skimpy green and purple tube top with 'Cartman College' written across the front, and an equally skimpy plaid skirt, also in green and purple, the Cartman College colors. Cassie put on the clothes, though she felt just as naked with them on as when she was wearing nothing at all. She poked her head out the restroom door.
"Are you sure that's all there is to this outfit?" she asked Melissa.
Melissa peeked her head in and nodded. "That's it," she said. "You look hot."
Cassie didn't think so. The tube top was at least a size too small, she felt like if she so much as hopped that her tits would spill out. And the skirt, if it could even be called that, was so short that it barely covered her pussy when she was standing. She was sure that if she sat down that she'd expose herself to everyone within sight.
She stepped out of the bathroom and the other Pi Sigs tried not to gawk as they went about their business. Melissa grabbed a box of supplies off of a nearby shelf. "Just one more thing," she said.
She sat Cassie down on a couch and pulled out two jars of body paint, purple and green. Then she took a brush and began applying it to Cassie's exposed skin, green on one side and purple on the other. When she was finished Cassie was covered from head to toe in Cartman College colors. She looked like some crazed superfan, ready to cheer on her team.
"I feel ridiculous," Cassie commented.
"That's sorta the point," Melissa replied leading Cassie to an as-yet-unseen room in the back of the RV. "Every year we get someone to dress up as a fan of the opposing team, and then we give them a Pi Sigma Sigma greeting."
Cassie didn't need to ask what that meant. She stepped into the back room of the RV which was simply a bare white tiled room with a drain in the floor. As Melissa guided her to the back of the room and onto her knees she reminded herself that this was her ticket to approval from the Pi Sigs. She began to doubt her decision as Melissa pulled out a metal collar and fit it around Cassie's neck. She explained that it was "part of the fantasy" as she locked a small chain from the back wall to the collar.
"You just need to hang out here for a few hours during the tailgate party, then we'll all file into our private box in the stadium to watch the game," Melissa said. "I'll come by every once in a while to check on you. Thanks so much for doing this."
She was gone through the door before Cassie could even say anything. She noticed as the door closed in front of her that there was a full length mirror mounted on the back of it. Cassie stared at the sight of the girl looking back at her. Here she was, barely dressed, body paint all over, and on her knees with her neck locked in a collar. How have I gotten myself into this, she wondered to herself.
After a few minutes the door swung open again. Cassie was expecting it to be Melissa, having forgotten something. Instead, she was surprised to see Jessica Chambers, the Greek student liaison. Cassie blushed in embarrassment as Jessica took in the sight before her.
"My, my," Jessica said. "You really have gone all in on the Pi Sigma Sigma lifestyle. I was just having a little chat with Melissa, she's very impressed with your spirit."
Cassie was too ashamed to say anything. It took everything she had just to continue looking Jessica in the eye. She nodded.
"I just wanted to come by and tell you that, assuming the Pi Sigs sign off on you as a pledge that you'll be joining my chapter for your next pledge month," Jessica continued. "I'm a member of Psi Chi Nu and I'll be your pledge guide. I'll text you later with the details of our first meeting."
She turned to leave, but then paused. "I almost forgot," she said. "Melissa asked me to pick something up for her on my way here. She had forgotten one detail for your Cartman College superfan look. She ran off on some important errand, but she said I could help you out."
She grabbed two small boxes out of her purse. Cassie took a closer look and saw that it was hair dye!
"Wait," Cassie finally found her voice. "You can't dye my hair. I love my beautiful red hair. This is too much."
"Relax," Jessica said. "It's a temporary dye. It washes out with water, which from the look of things you'll have no shortage of in here."
Cassie relented, but still she cringed as Jessica handed her the dye so she could brush it in, purple on one side and green on the other. Now the look was complete. Jessica couldn't help but take a picture despite Cassie's protests. She cleaned up the materials from the dye and turned to leave, but then paused once more.
"You know," she said with a devilish smile. "I had some of the Pi Sigs delightful punch a little earlier, and that kind of stuff runs right through me. Perhaps, since I'm here among the Pi Sigs I might as well see what all the excitement is about with their little games."
Cassie paled. She wasn't expecting this sort of thing from a woman like Jessica, so elegant and sophisticated. But she stared in shock as the beautiful woman slid her panties off, then lifted her skirt. Cassie stared in disbelief as Jessica stepped forward thrusting her clean-shaven pussy forward. "Aren't you supposed to open your mouth or something?" she asked.
Cassie unconsciously complied. She winced as a hot stream of urine splashed down on her upturned face, half of the liquid falling down into her mouth which she dutifully gulped down. Jessica finished, slipped her panties back on and left.
Cassie was once again staring back at a stranger in the mirror. Some of the body paint was already starting to run and smear. Though what bothered Cassie most of all was how awful her hair looked with the cheap purple and green dye in it.
Soon the tailgate party started, though Cassie could only tell because a steady stream of complete strangers began to visit her in her room. They would enter, take in the wretched-looking girl before them, and then piss on her like it was something they did every day of their life. Cassie dutifully greeted each visitor with her mouth open and her head tipped back. In truth, she found that she was getting turned on by all the attention. The taste of warm pissing splashing into her mouth took her back to the prior weekend on the sybian machine. After the first few visitors, her hand moved to flip up her skirt and begin caressing her steadily moistening pussy.
By the tenth visitor she was soaked in piss. Her tube top had become nearly transparent, proudly displaying her round erect nipples. Cassie no longer pulled her hand away from her pussy when the door swung open. Instead she had lifted her skirt up higher on her waist so that it no longer covered her at all. She vigorously rubbed herself as each person arrived and deposited his or her piss on her face. Cassie moaned along as it flowed. It wasn't long before she came.
In a post-orgasm moment of clarity she looked at the stranger in the mirror, piss-soaked purple and green hair plastered to her face, translucent top, with her body nearly washed free of paint, and she realized this was no stranger. This was who she had become. And it didn't bother her. She felt like somehow this was where she belonged and maybe it was fate that had brought her here.
Several hours and several orgasms later Melissa finally returned to tell Cassie that the game was starting soon and people were filing into the stadium. She unlocked Cassie's collar from the wall, it hadn't been necessary at all, Cassie was fully committed to being a piss whore now.
"I can't go into the stadium like this," Cassie observed.
"Well," Melissa said. "About that. I've been talking to the other Pi Sigs, and we all agree that you have passed our test. There's just one more thing that we'd like to do, as sort of a welcome to the fraternity."
"I'll do it," Cassie agreed before Melissa could even explain any further.
"Wonderful," Melissa exclaimed. "I'll get you ready."
She led Cassie out into the adjacent room that was now unoccupied. In the middle of the room was a large cylindrical frosted glass tank, about three feet across and four feet high. Melissa instructed Cassie to shed her piss covered clothes and climb into the tank. Then she handed her something resembling a snorkel mask and told her to put it on. The mask covered Cassie's eyes and provided a breathing tube which led to her nose. Melissa grabbed the end of the tube and fed it into a hose leading up to the top of the tank.
"We're going to take you up to our private box," Melissa explained. "There we will hook you up the rest of the way. We have a special connection that drains from the men's room next door. You'll soon be swimming in the piss from several hundred drunken fans. Consider this your baptism into Pi Sigma Sigma."
She didn't wait to see Cassie's reaction before lifting the heavy metal lid into place and latching it on. Cassie was trapped. She was excited and terrified, a mess of conflicted emotions.
After a moment Cassie felt the tank shift as she was loaded onto a cart and transferred to the private box. There she heard a scratching as a valve opened in the lid above her. Now she just had to wait. The container was cramped, but not so cramped that she couldn't find a comfortable position. She settled in, though she couldn't help but notice that the most comfortable spot was directly beneath the open valve. She pondered her surroundings until suddenly she felt a warm, now familiar trickle poor down her head. Cassie shuddered in anticipation and excitement.
The trickle continued, at times increasing and decreasing according to the contributions of her unknowing donors. Cassie felt so strange. She knew that she should be revolted, but instead she was titillated. Her hand crept toward her pussy and she felt wetness, not just from the piss pooling in the bottom of the tank, but also from her own excitement. She closed her eyes and began to rub herself. She threw her head back, making the stream of piss wash over her face. She came very quickly.
Outside the tank Jessica and Melissa watched. Unbeknownst to Cassie, the tank was two way glass, and though she couldn't see out, everyone in the room could see in. "That didn't take long," Jessica said. "You guys really did a number on her."
"We didn't do much, really," Melissa replied. "We simply awakened a part of her that she didn't know existed. She's a natural born piss slut, perhaps it runs in her family."
Jessica tried to hide her disgust. "Well soon I will have my turn with her," she said. "I'll see what else we can awaken within her. Did you see what kind of dye I got her?"
Melissa shook her head no.
"It's this really cheap shit I found online. It says that it washes out with water, but what it doesn't say is that it reacts with urine to become permanent," Jessica explained while laughing. "I think Cassie's going to have quite a surprise when she goes to clean herself up."
"Oh, you're bad," Jessica said playfully. "Remind me not to get on your mean side."
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Cassie loitered peacefully in her slowly filling tank, blissfully unaware of the performance she was putting on for the entire chapter and their alumni. After a while she noticed a marked uptick in the flow rate as the game went to halftime and the spectators sought relief from their beer-swelled bladders. Soon the tank was filled up to her chest. Cassie swished around playfully, then regathered herself for another orgasm.
The tank finally filled to the top as the end of the game approached. Cassie found that there was a small leak in the mask she had been given. She was forced to close her eyes as the sting of the piss burned her. She was thankful for the snorkel which allowed her to breathe as her head was now completely submerged.
As the piss of a thousand strangers enveloped her Cassie reached again for her aroused pussy. Before she could finish she felt the tank shift. She was being moved again.
After being jostled around for thirty minutes she eventually reached her final destination. She felt the lid pried off her tank and hands reach in to guide her out. She stood up and removed her mask and someone handed her a towel. As she rubbed the piss out of her eyes, she looked around to see all the Pi Sigma Sigmas standing there applauding her. She blushed with pride as she stepped free of the tank.
"Welcome to Pi Sigma Sigma," Melissa said.