Ritual Night: Bimbo Stories

“What do you think they do for their initiations?” Monica asked.

“I dunno. Get naked and jerk each other off probably. Or maybe it’s like Animal House, and they spend all night paddling one another and asking for more.” Annie giggled as she took another drink of her slushy. The two young women sat on the edge of a large fountain in the middle of a sunny plaza. Other students flowed by in steady streams, all on their way to classes or lunch or to meet someone. The young men who passed by rarely hid their open fascination with the two young women. Monica and Annie had been overjoyed to see the first bright day of spring and dressed accordingly. Annie had chosen a tank top that barely held back her large breasts. She leaned back with her shoulders out to let the sun bake onto her skin and in the process, jutted out her tits for a small peep show for all the passers by. Monica, on the other hand, dressed somewhat more conservatively, but her running shorts came up high enough to appease anyone interested in seeing a bit of leg or even the lower part of her ass when she rolled over to get more comfortable. “What time is it any way?”

“Almost noon, the giant fucking clock over there would let you know that,” Monica answered as she gestured toward the bell tower at the end of the plaza. “So, it’s probably just a bunch of chanting and reciting of things, I think. All this crap started a long time ago, and I don’t picture guys from the 1800’s being that into homoerotic spankings.”

“They had to let out those frustrations somehow. Why are you so worried about it?” Annie took another long gulp from the red cup while eyeing a fit guy in the distance. “They’re not going to quiz you about their bullshit traditions. How many times do I have to tell you that these parties are like a buffet for girls? Pick the one you want to fuck, and if they don’t cum in their pants right then, you’ll probably get a decent lay out of it.”

Monica looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes at her friend. “It’s interesting, that’s all. I mean they have to be doing something locked up in there all day. Liam hasn’t texted me since it started. I think they must have had to give up their phones.”

“My god. There is it. You’ve been dying to whine about not talking to Liam for sixteen hours, haven’t you? Suck his dick already.”

“You know, Annie, just because I don’t spread my knees and pull my twat open the second I meet a guy — well, that doesn’t make me a prude.”

“How long have you known Liam? You met him three weeks ago, I think?”

“About that,” Monica agreed as she got up to a sitting position beside her friend. She couldn’t help but look at the brazenly displayed breasts and compare them to her own relatively meager chest. She’d seen Annie topless plenty of times, but a push up bra does wonders even for big tits. “Yes, about three weeks because we met at that spring Delta party thing.”

“Have you or have you not seen his dick yet? Three weeks, that’s two and a half weeks past hand job.”

Monica almost blushed. Annie never failed to be crude, though her aggressive sexual nature was something to be admired. “I haven’t. The opportunity hasn’t come up.”

“I bet he’s jerked it thinking about that ass of yours. You know that’s what they call us right? Tits and Ass. Liam too. They don’t hesitate to use those names around me, but they treat you like a delicate flower. He doesn’t want to upset your sensibilities.” Annie drained the rest of her drink, making an annoying slurping sound and garnering a look of disgust from two prim women walking by. “They think you’re like them. Still worried about finding that special someone to take your ‘flower.’ They don’t know that you’re the girl who cornered Jacob Marsters in the library for a hard doggy style fuck and almost knocked over half the stacks. Or that you like it when the splooge hits your ass, and you get to wiggle it at them so they cum even harder.”

Monica grabbed her arm and squeezed. “Quiet!” she hissed. “Someone will hear you. And fine, that’s why I’m wondering so much about Liam. Tonight was going to be the night. He’s been patient so I thought I’d reward him. In fact, he’s been the perfect gentleman so far.”

Annie mimed being sick. “So are you two dating now? Do you love him? C’mon, he’s one more guy with a dick.”

“Fine, be the cynic. Who’s going to be your pick?”

“Reggie, I think,” Annie answered with a sudden tone of seriousness. “I talked with Kelly. She fucked him last semester. She said he’s got a big dick, but not to let him get too drunk or it won’t work. Literal big dick problem.”

“What a lovely sentiment,” Monica said with a smile. The bells started to chime, ringing out an irritatingly cheerful song throughout the plaza. The students drifting in from the off campus parking looked at the tower with scorn as its song reverberated in their groggy heads. “Let’s go. My next class is in Gerard Hall.” As they started to gather themselves, Monica’s phone buzzed. “It’s Liam. Asks if we’re still coming tonight?”

Annie grinned devilishly and looked around. The plaza had a decent population of people, but few were near the fountain or even looking in its direction. She grabbed Monica’s phone and flipped to the camera. Before her friend could react, Annie had pulled down her shirt and bra, letting her breast spill out into view as the camera’s artificial shutter clicked. Monica looked around to see one pair of guys giggling to themselves and another few people watching with mouths agape. “Yes and send.” The whoosh of a sent message chirped from the phone as she handed it back to its owner. “That ought to get him revved up.”

“Except its your tit and not mine.”

“A girl just texted him a nude picture. Doesn’t matter who it’s of. I guarantee you he’s getting rock hard right now. Probably have to rub one out before going anywhere. Now c’mon, let’s get out of here before some dickbag calls the police or something because seeing one titty offended their puritanical values.”

Monica looked down at her phone as they started walking away. “He responded, ‘awesome, can’t wait.’ Is that a good sign?”

“Christ, you actually like him, don’t you?”

Monica knew the answer. “No,” she lied.

Candles alone lit the inside of the fraternity house. Thick tarp and shutters blacked out the windows. The stately foyer and grand room stood empty, and the dormitory hallways were silent. One young man in a black robe stood guard near the door lest some unwitting person wander in during their ritual. The other fraternities employed much of the same secrecy for their initiations, but none went so far as the Omegas. Should any of the university’s governing bodies pop in to make sure nothing untoward was happening, the guard would lead them upstairs where several other members would answer questions and lead the investigators around to view anywhere they might be curious about. No one would ever drop by though as many on the school’s board were former members. Even the ones who were not former members had a few thousand reasons delivered to them yearly to make certain no suspicion ever arose around the Omegas. Unlike the other fraternities and sororities who held secret initiations where oaths were recited and supposedly arcane secrets were imparted, the Omegas harbored a true secret, one which few in the whole world knew.

A founding member of the fraternity constructed the original Omega house in 1869. Though the house was updated multiple times throughout its life, the basic layout never changed. From the public’s viewpoint, Omega House had two stories, with the dormitory wings on one side and the kitchen and offices on the other. But members knew of the third floor, the basement. It had existed even in the original small house, the entry hidden under floorboards. As the house expanded, so did the secret room, and in 1976 a full remodel expanded the basement to match the size of the above ground house. It had been difficult to ensure secrecy throughout construction as the old house came down, but the Omegas excelled at secrecy.

Liam had been a pledge for three months before he was told about the existence of the basement. He’d known that the Omegas were different from the start of his interest in going Greek. He’d found a humble kinship with several of the members and jumped at the chance to join. The process had not been easy and many of the pledges gave up along the way, but Liam persisted. While the grand secrets remained hidden behind tight lips and knowing smiles, as the Omegas relaxed around him, he started to notice strange things around their home. The women. All of the members had one girl that almost lived in the house with them. They were not ordinary colleges co-eds. Each of them was drop dead gorgeous and not in the least bit ashamed of it. On hazy mornings after parties, the pledges were assigned to clean up. During these fits of hung over hazing, it was not uncommon to find the women stark naked and walking freely from room to room. They showed no loyalty to the guy who seemed to house them most often, but neither did the young men show any desire for monogamy. When asked about the women, some of the guys called them girlfriends, some called them fuck buddies, and some quickly changed the conversation. They were simply the Omega girls.

Liam learned who the girls really were after being accepted for initiation. “They’re our bimbos,” Greg told him. Greg’s job was to usher the pledges into the fraternity, and it fell to him to explain to the wide eyed pledges why the big breasted women seemed so friendly all the time. “Omega isn’t like the other fraternities. We have an…agreement, that lets us have a special relationship with a woman of our choosing. Let’s put aside the how for right now, but basically this is what happens. You find a girl who you think you’d like to fuck and that you think wants to fuck you. After initiation, we have a big party, and you invite them over. Some time that night, you get a blowjob, and the girl turns into one of the sluts you’ve seen walking around here for three months. They become addicted to you, basically.”

“How?” Liam had asked, fully believing the story to be yet another ruse.

Greg’s face had turned a shade paler. “I know it’s hard to believe, but let’s just operate for now that it’s true. Find the girl, make sure she comes to the ritual night party. You’ll believe the rest when it’s time.”

Unconvinced, Liam played along. Monica was the perfect choice. Though he had not considered her a girlfriend, they’d been everything but in a relationship. The fraternity had absorbed much of his time, but outside of that he’d spent hours with her. She was funny and pretty and seemed to quite like him. If he was going to pick a girl to be his magical fucktoy, then he couldn’t think of a better candidate, though he did consider Monica’s friend Annie for a while. With the groundwork laid, Liam invited her to the party before going radio silent. The house plunged into darkness, candles were lit, and the whole of the fraternity gathered in the downstairs hall. Greg gave one instruction, “Don’t freak out.”

A panel opened a heavy hydraulic door in the ground that slid open with the hiss of rushing air. The fraternity members led the pledges down into a large room that looked like an opium den Liam had seen in movies. Plush, multicolored pillows covered every inch of space, but they did not linger for long as they continued into the adjacent room. The second room was blank except for a large oak door set into the cement wall. “Go in and do what he says,” Greg ordered as the members took positions along the back wall. Nervous, but feeling committed, Liam obeyed. He stepped through the oak door first with the other pledges following behind him.

Immediately, he felt sick. The room he stepped into was impossibly larger than it should have been. The ceiling vaulted upwards twenty feet, into the space where the Omega dining hall should have been. The room smelled earthy, and the walls were not of cement, but of carved stone. Set into them at perfect intervals were sconces burning with orange light. The pledges filed in and gasped in astonishment at the wondrous room, but Liam’s attention went to the table a few feet ahead. He walked forward, carefully scanning the room for anyone else. The door closed behind them, and no other entrances were evident. The table was small and made of roughly hewn wood. As Liam neared, he caught a faint whiff of fresh pine and saw that sap still oozed from the slats. On the opposite side of the table stood an empty chair. The sight of it made Liam feel nervous. On the table sat a book he recognized as the official fraternity roll. The pages were blank yellow and numbers had been scrawled on them for each of the corresponding pledges. The book faced the chair and Liam’s stomach turned as he realized why. Someone else was in the room. The thought invaded his mind as though he had overturned a rock to see it. The person in the room had always been there and would always be there.

As the thought rang through each of their minds, a man appeared, stepping out of the shadow as though the inky blackness had sprung to life. He was tall and spindly, dressed in an archaic suit. He walked towards the table with a long stride, seemingly unaware of the young men who had joined him. All of them recoiled back, except for Liam who remained too stunned to move. The spindly man smiled at him with beetle black eyes and a grin with too many teeth. “I am Thaddeus, the patron of your little club. By your presence here, I understand that your names are to be entered into the book. Is that right?”

“Yes,” Liam stammered.

“Excellent. Always nice to get new blood. I will tell you what I have told generations before you.” Thaddeus took his seat and plucked a quill from the inside of his jacket. He lowered it to the page and began to write Liam’s name. The letters went on in bright red and quickly darkened to black. “The bargain stands again. Another year passes and another crop of young men have come to receive my blessing. With your names in the book, you carry a gift. Your seed will brand the receiver as your own. She will become what you will her to be and serve you as no other could. The price is that you must not give seed to another or you will lose yourself. Mouths, that is. Only the mouth.”

“What happens? What do you mean, lose ourselves?” one of the pledges asked.

Thaddeus glanced up. “Your minds. Some do it willingly. They become depraved individuals who live for nothing but sex.” He smiled again, clearly eager at the thought. His gaze lowered back to the book as he filled in the rest of the names. “Remember, choose a girl and stick with her. Should not be that hard. Don’t let yourself wander and live a long happy life. Or do wander and experience bliss.”

Liam felt different. His body felt more energetic and as a result, he felt bolder. “What do you get out of this?”

Thaddeus’s black eyes glittered with excitement, “I get a door.”

With that, he vanished. The pledges all felt as though many eyes were now watching. The book had snapped shut with Thaddeus’s departure. Liam saw no reason to remain and led the group out. As they emerged from the secret room, they found their new brothers looking exhausted and irritated. Many sighed with relief as they came out and spirits quickly raised. “You were in there for seventeen hours,” Greg told them. “Welcome to Omega.”

The blacked out windows and strange lighting gave the party a level of intensity Monica had not expected. Music shook the whole building as the Omegas sang and danced along to the beat like a tribal ritual. Annie had abandoned her immediately, disappearing off with some guy Monica didn’t know. She wandered into the crush of people, hoping to find someone she knew. Liam texted her several times since noon, all very excited over the pictures Monica had sent. Once the shock of letting her friend send a picture of her breast passed, Monica took it upon herself not to be outdone. She ducked into a private bathroom on campus, pulled down her shorts and gave Liam a full view of her ample ass. He’d cheekily returned the gesture in kind and promised to give her much more at the party. If only she could find him.

As she made her way through the crowd, her eyes drifted to the women. She’d seen the Omega girls before, but never out in full view. They were like mythical creatures that only came out at night. She assumed they were students, but never remembered seeing any on campus. She certainly saw them now. They grinded against the Omega members with clear intent. Most of them dressed in not much more than bikinis and had the assets to make sailors blush. In any other circumstance such behavior would be unseemly, but something about the mood in the party made it draw Monica’s interest. As she watched one dancing couple, she was certain she saw the Omega girl’s hand slide in the boy’s shorts and start to jerk him off. She watched with fascination until she felt someone grab her own hand. Her head jerked around to see Liam smiling at her. He shouted something and jerked his head toward the dormitory door. His grip pulled on her and she followed as the crowd parted.

They reached the edge of the room and slipped into the dormitory hall. The door closed behind them and brought an unusual quiet though the thrum of bass continued to reverberate throughout the house. A few others occupied the hallway, having close conversations. “God, it’s so good to see you,” Liam said as he pulled her into someone’s room. “I’ve had the weirdest day.”

“Me too. I couldn’t wait to see you either.” Her eyes went to the bed. “Whose room is this?”

“Mine now, I think,” Liam said, his eyes also trailing over to the bed. He walked over and pushed the door closed. “I’ve been thinking about those texts all day, but before we do anything about them, I have to ask you something. You know the girls who hang around here all the time?”

“Sure, they’re nice. A little too nice sometimes, I think, but boys will be boys.”

“What if you could be one of them? With me, I mean. You’d be my Omega girl.”

Monica’s brow furrowed. “What does that mean?”

Liam had asked for advice on how to break the news to Monica, but no one had been of much help. “Just imagine something for a second. What if you could change your body any way you wanted? What if you lived every day for sex and were always happy? Would you like that?”

Monica shrugged, not taking the question to seriously, “Of course, who wouldn’t. I could finally get the tits to match my ass.” She waited to see if the flirtatious comment landed, but Liam seemed focused on something else. “Yes, I would like that. I mean, if you’re talking about some kind of weird existential question, then yes. No more worrying about school or jobs or whatever. Just waking up every day and thinking of nothing but getting fucked with a perfect body, that would be amazing.” The answer spilled out of her with ease and she realized that, though she’d never thought about it, such a life was exactly what she wanted.

Liam grinned. “Then how about getting started?” He leaned back coyly.

Monica took the hint. She stood up in front of him and lowered herself down slowly between his knees. “I guess I could do something special for the new brother of the house,” she said as she started to unfasten his pants. She could see the bulge of his cock straining to get free, and it made her stomach flutter with desire. As she knelt in front of him, a wonderful smell intoxicated her and urged her on. Liam brushed her hair from her eyes as she pulled open his pants and freed his cock. Monica felt a sudden, mad desire for him. She needed his cock more than anything in the world. Never in her life had she seen anything more perfectly delicious. His cock was much larger than she expected, and it throbbed in her small hand as clear precum oozed from the tip. She opened her lips and slid them over the engorged member. Liam groaned and flexed his hips unintentionally. His cock surged forward in her mouth, but Monica gulped it down eagerly, loving the feeling of it pushing against the back of her throat as her tongue slithered along the underside. In the past, she’d wanted her guys to enjoy the blowjob and took her time. She loved to tease and draw it out. Above all, she’d harbored a secret love of letting guys finish on her face, but not this time. She needed it in her mouth and down her throat. She craved it more than she’d ever craved anything before, and Liam was quickly ready to comply.

The young man still didn’t believe it would be true. Monica slurped up and down his cock with eager desire, and his mind struggled to comprehend even that happening. It wasn’t his first blowjob, but it wasn’t his tenth either. A day earlier, this would have been more than his wildest dream, but as the pressure built at the base of his cock, his mind wondered what more miracles could occur. “I’m about to cum.” Monica’s efforts sped up. Her head bobbed up and down with a renewed vigor. The salty taste of his cock filled her with electric sparks that drove her on towards her goal. She wanted to feel his hot cum spray into her mouth and slide down her throat. She moaned around his cock as his hand slid into her hair and held the back of her head. With a groan, he felt the first surge of cum shoot into her mouth. Her tongue undulated beneath his cock as she swallowed. Liam’s eyes clenched tightly closed as his balls drained into Monica’s mouth. She swallowed every drop and squeezed his balls to make sure she didn’t miss any.

Sated, she let go of his cock with a wet pop. She could feel his cum sloshing inside her stomach and looked up at him to smile. Her mind was blank and calm. She’d never been so at peace before in her entire life. As she looked at Liam, she felt an overwhelming sense of love and dedication. Her mouth opened, and she called him the only true name she could, “Master?”

The changes hit her with the force of a ocean wave. She reeled slightly as the curse took hold. Her skin started to feel hot, and she tore at her own clothes, raising up from her knees as the shirt and bra came off. She wriggled out of her pants and underwear, sighing in relief as cool air washed over her skin. Confused, she looked to her new master for guidance, but he was facing his own issues. Liam’s cock had risen back to its full length and was rapidly expanding in size. As it did, cum oozed from the tip and down the front of his cock in small spurts. Liam’s eyes rolled in his head as the pleasure seared his mind. Monica couldn’t stand to see so much spunk going to waste and lowered her mouth to it. The creamy fluid flowed over her tongue, and she felt a small orgasm tear through her body. She shivered as Liam grabbed her head and forced her mouth down harder onto his cock. She felt it swell in her mouth, almost choking her, yet as long as the flow of cum continued, she didn’t mind.

Liam struggled to get control of himself. As the flow of cum finally stalled, he pulled Monica off his cock. “Stand up,” he ordered. Monica obeyed and he saw what his cum had done to her. Her tits had swollen to an almost preposterous size. The heavy tits jutted out from her chest like beach balls with small red nipples. Her waist had pulled in slightly and her hips had flared out to match the oversized tits. But by far the most interesting change was her backside. “Turn around.” Monica obeyed with a giddy hop. As she turned, her ass jiggled as though ripples on water. She wiggled from side to side so that her master would see her perfect ass. The lily white flesh looked to soft and wonderful to resist. Liam reached out and squeezed, groaning with satisfaction as his hand sunk into her ass flesh. “My god, you’re just a big bubble butted bimbo now.”

“You like it? I knew you would. I could almost hear your thoughts while I drank your cum. It’s so yummy. I knew you wanted me to have these big titties. I know you want to have that thick cock between them too, but more than that you wanted a big soft ass that you could slap while you fucked me. Isn’t that right, master? Was I a good bimbo?”

“You sure were,” Liam quickly warmed to the idea of being called master and wondered if the other girls called his new brothers master as well. “And good bimbos get fucked. Bend over.”

Giddy with excitement, Monica bent over while wondering what else in the world could compare to the feeling of her master’s hand on her ass. He pulled at her cheeks as he stood behind her and his fat cock nudged its way forward to push against the folds of her pussy. She arched her back, letting her new heavy tits swing underneath her as the mass of her rear wobbled in front of Liam’s wide eyes. He pushed forward and his cock slid into her dripping wet pussy with ease. She squealed with happiness and pushed back against him, enjoying the feeling of her expanded rump pushing against his hard body. Her pussy clenched around his cock and she wondered if she’d been made perfectly for his cock. It stretched her and filled her up and she knew it was already oozing its delicious cum inside of her. He started to fuck her in earnest, slapping her ass and sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She steadied herself against the wall with one hand and squeezed her tits with the other. Before she knew it, she felt his cock jerking inside of her and heavy blasts of cum soaked the inside of her pussy. Before she could even ask, Liam pulled out and slapped his fat cock on her new rump, spraying thick white ropes of cum across her butt. The feeling of his hot spunk landing on her skin made her world rock with orgasm.

She turned around and took his cock between her tits. She was pleased to see it was big enough to titty fuck her and still reach her mouth. She sucked the head into her lips and lapped at the last few drops of cum as Liam slowly stroked his slick cock between her tits. She looked up at him and asked, “So can you have more than one girl? I think Annie would love to play with us.”

Liam groaned as her tongue swirled around his cock once again. “Sorry babe. Only one per customer.”

The door to the room burst open and Annie fumbled in, barely able to see over her own tits. Cum oozed out from between her thighs. “Monica! I found you! Oh your titties look so big and fat! You’ll never guess what I just did! I sucked on Neil’s cock until it filled my tummy up with cum!”

“Yay! We’re Omega sisters!” Monica said, jumping up to run over to Annie. The two squished their bodies together, their enlarged breasts spilling out on either side. The hug quickly turned into a kiss. Monica broke it off to turn and look at her master. “Liam? Can you fuck Annie while I watch?”

Liam smiled. “Of course. Anything for my Omega girl.”