"Go on, why so shy, babe? Take a good look at what a sweet little dumpling you're turning out to be!"
Melinda blushed behind the oversized pacifier her new sorority sisters had jammed into her mouth. Oh, of course she'd heard all kinds of tales about initiation week. She'd heard whispers of public humiliation, of revolting things being forced down the gagging throats of initiates, of sordid deeds in the deep of the night. And yet, somehow, all those freakish and disturbing mysteries had only intensified her desire to join.
Maybe she actually was a bit of a masochist, she reflected now, gazing mutely at her own reflection alongside that of her two elder "sisters." They'd begun scarcely an hour ago, and already she was seeing and doing – and wearing – things she'd never even dreamed of. Like, what were these? Giant diapers? And- and pacifiers sized for adults?
"It's simple, honey!" Jen chirped from behind her, and Melinda winced as she felt a hand smacking her thickly padded rear in condescending affection. "This initiation week, we're showing all you newbies just what absolute infants you are when it comes to our sisterhood!"
"Now, sure," Lissa added with a toss of her short dark locks, "We also decided to try wearing a little bit too right now: just to show our support, you know. But we're big girls, see? We're gonna take these off as soon as we're done here, and you're most definitely not! Remember: you have to wear those pampers all week, or you can't be one of us!"
Melinda gulped. All week? But- but- they were so thick-
"Oh, yeah, I bet you're wondering why we put so many on you, huh?" Jen snickered with another playful thwack to the initiate's backside. "Well, it's simple! We thought it only made sense that the more mature you look, the less like a baby we'll make you. And you know," and here she cast a sideways smirk at her partner, "What better way to judge that than by the side of your boobs?"
The two laughed at Melinda's sudden, embarrassed glance down at her own fairly flat chest. "Oh, you know it already, don't you?," Lissa giggled. "It's simple! D cup or bigger? Only one lousy diaper. C? Eh, better give you two. B? Well now, that's really pretty young-looking… you'll look much better with three-"
"And an A?" Jen chortled, landing yet another forceful smack that resounded hollowly off Melinda's thickly padded rear. "Oh, dearie me! Such a flat-chested little thing needs all the help she can get to plump out those curves!"
"So how do you like your new look, baby sister?" Lissa grinned, glancing once more into the mirror at Melinda's blushing face. "Don't worry – we'll make sure you're well taken care of this week! What else are sisters for, after all?"
To which Melinda could only blush hotly, willing herself not to think about the humiliating days ahead. All this will pass, it will all pass, it will all be worth it in the end...
God, she certainly hoped so.
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