First Semester Mayhem

Author's Note #1: This is the start of what I am envisioning could become a collection of stories by me with "Mayhem" somewhere in each title. A clue to you that you should be about to read a truly trope-filled story that is hopefully a quick and fun read, whether as a one-off or instead in multiple short chapters; light on plot and heavy on action. And likely requiring some real suspension of disbelief on your part. So fair warning. It's all meant to be a bit tongue-in-cheek.

Author's Note #2: Since these are going to be by necessity faster for all, I don't know that I'll be able to keep my promise that my heroines always prevail when it comes to "Mayhem" stories. Working in shorter-form gives me fewer escape hatches to build before the end and the plot may not be resolvable in the time allotted. So instead I just plan to let folks know what they are walking into in an Author's Note.

And so will tell you that our heroine in this first tale will prevail and I already wrote the happy ending very early into the process. So you can enjoy all the dark moments with a clear conscience.

Author's Note #3: These works of fiction will almost certainly contain reluctant, nonconsensual and rough sex along with related BDSM themes. All pure fantasy and meant to be enjoyed as such. In real life, please remember to love your neighbors as you love yourselves. Even better if you can. Please also know I believe a world run by women would be no worse than the world as it is today; likely far better.

Author's Note #4: All characters are 18 years or older.

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"MMMMOOOOO! MMMMOOOOO!" The daily giggles and jeers were the worst during lunch, when it was impossible to act like she didn't hear them. Impossible to not turn beet red as she just kept her head down and found a place to sit alone and play with her food until the next class.

Eighteen-years old Liz Green knew exactly how she managed to find herself in this position. But that didn't make it any easier. Being actively harassed and hated by Autumn Fisher's awful "mean girl" group had made her a pariah to nearly every other girl at school, none of whom had any interest in catching stray bully-bullets. So becoming self-protective bullies themselves. And it was still just October for Christ's sake. Meaning the thankful ability to start all over at Arizona State University, a thousand miles from Terre Haute, Indiana, felt so far in the distance as to be a desert mirage, promising water only long after she died of thirst.

How had it started you ask? Well, it had clearly started the day of her birth as the newly arrived village idiot. Liz had never been cute in the desirable sense of that word. A fat kid who never had to even worry about what it might mean to be in the in-crowd; she was so far removed from that orbit she was instead in an out-crowd of one. Like Pluto. Not even a fucking planet. Maybe Venus and Mars could ruefully contemplate not being Earth. But not fucking Pluto. So Liz simply spun around in the frigid nether, ignored.

She hadn't really noticed as she slowly became just too plump, nor had anyone else. I mean, people do grow up, right? And her skin was still terrible. Her hair still a mess of tightly curled black hair that just wouldn't ever behave; no matter what she did with it, less than three hours later it was everywhere again.

And she definitely hadn't noticed, when she turned 18 just before her senior year started, that everyone was starting to see her differently. At 5'3 and 135 pounds, it remained true she could certainly still lose some weight. But with now 34G breasts and 36-inch hips there was literally nothing off-putting about her remaining chubbiness anymore. Rather the opposite; she oozed both a girlish and womanly kind of sexy. Her skin had cleared up, leaving only bright blue eyes to draw hungry attention from her chest to her now pretty but still-round face. That maddening, crazy mess of long hair was now seen by many others as a calling card of sorts; charming and accidentally flirty. But to Liz herself, she was as ugly as ever; she never gave herself any of the breaks she deserved both for being a good person, first and foremost, and also being very much a looker in her own unique and wonderful way.

So, when Dan Dourmand had asked her to help him study for an upcoming test in calculus the thought had never crossed her mind that there was anything hidden in that request. He was the quarterback of the football team and it was open knowledge throughout the school he was being recruited by multiple Power Four college programs and would soon be making millions in NIL money. But he did need to graduate.

Liz had taken him at his word. Calculus came easy to her. It was barely coming at all for him. And Mr. Pickens, the math teacher, was a hard ass who would fail anybody, even Dan Dourmand. Plus, Dan and Autumn had been an item forever, and Autumn was perfection in female form. Long blond hair, tall, slim, and looks for days. And Autumn hadn't stopped at just winning the genetic lottery. She also had wealthy parents so she was always in perfect style and forever zipping around in some new convertible when she wasn't driving one of her dad's classic sports cars. Head cheerleader. I mean, come on. They both were every perfect-couple trope there was.

Liz had nonetheless been taken aback by the request. Before the conversation, she would have passed a lie detector test when she answered "No" to the question, "Does Dan Dourmand know you exist?" And even though she knew she wasn't attractive, she had still done her best to not look like a fat pig before driving her beat-up 2002 Toyota Echo to Dan's house, where he had asked to meet after football practice. The impossible thought she could maybe not be invisible anymore had taken hold of her.

Completely unimagined before, she just couldn't resist having ludicrous thoughts of this spring boarding into some kind of acknowledgment from Autumn and her band of "in-girl" sisters. Liz didn't kid herself that she could become an in-girl herself. That was for cool, stylish, pretty girls. But just being Saturn instead of Pluto would be a very nice change of scenery. A little closer to Earth. A little warmer by proximity. Thus she had put on one of her sundresses--it had still been very mild out--that helped hide her stupid gut. She couldn't really wear a bra with it, so had a light button down sweater that paired nicely with it and helped cover her ridiculous boobs. She tried her hand at some makeup, even though she knew she wasn't very good at it. She'd tried to do something with her fucking hair, but that had been an exercise in futility. She knew she was still just a fatty, but she had at least wanted to give some effort to see if the universe was open to her being no longer a fat nobody.

So she had blithely delivered herself into a trap. Then went ahead and stepped right into it even when it became obvious what it was. She had been completely unequipped to deal with being pressured into sex. No one had ever wanted to have sex with her before. Being prepared for the scenario would have been like wearing a parachute before planes were invented. Laughably unnecessary.

The cascade of events that led to her no longer being a virgin was also so, so cringy. She'd rung Dan's doorbell several times. Then knocked on his door several times. She slowly decided Dan had either forgotten about her helping him study or, more likely, had just played some mean trick on her. There was a Ring camera above the door. He was probably in there, laughing at her flabby fat ass for actually showing up. As she was walking back to her car, full of embarrassed disappointment, the door was suddenly thrown open and she heard Dan calling her name.

"Liz, wait! I'm so sorry. Practice ran late and I was trying to get a shower in before you came over."

Liz had turned around and Dan was standing with a towel wrapped around the waist of his otherwise naked body. He was dripping wet. He'd obviously dashed as quickly as he could from his bathroom to the front door. And Christ was he absolutely gorgeous. Wide shoulders, big chest, strong abs, the whole thing. She had felt herself immediately blush. Much more than that. She'd gotten light-headed, everything blurry for a few moments. She nearly stumbled.

She managed to speak at some point, somehow. "Oh, uh, yeah, no worries. I thought maybe you forgot. Is this still a good time?" She sounded far more human than she felt, thank God.

Dan gave her a big smile, perfect teeth shining. "Yes! Absolutely. Please. Come on in. I've got everything set up in my room. Just follow me."

How many alarm bells were already going off? Not enough for the village idiot to hear, whatever the number.

"Sure, yeah, okay." Liz followed Dan, unable to avoid admiring his strong back and the fact that he was holding the towel a little low, the top of his nice butt promising a very nice butt overall. "So, where are your parents?" she asked as another alarm bell rang out that she couldn't hear. She was just trying to take her mind off his body. Trying to look around at the very nice home as they walked through it and toward a set of stairs near the rear. Trying to make human chit-chat sounds.

"Oh, they are on some Board or another and setting up for some fundraiser tonight. If I know them, they'll likely end up in a hotel room. They both really still dig each other, if you know what I mean. Add some alcohol and let's just say I'm always careful about whether I use the hot tub right after they've been in it." He was laughing so she laughed back, needing all the social cues she could get at the moment. He had a really nice, masculine laugh. Was she still blushing? She was definitely hot. Starting to sweat even. Christ, why did she have to be such a fat cow?

Liz followed him up the stairs and to his bedroom. It was at least three times the size of hers. Not really a surprise, since the house had to be five times the size of hers. He had a king size bed--not even her parents had a king size bed. It was her first time being in a man's bedroom, unless you counted cousins all congregating together in someone's bedroom during holiday parties. It was really put together, unlike her messy room. She could see the calculus materials laid out on a computer desk. They would be sitting very close together. She was feeling sweatier.

"Wow," Liz remarked, trying to still pretend like she was a real girl. "You make me look like a total slob. I'd hate to have you see my room."

Dan turned to her and laughed again. "I'd love to see your room sometime, short stuff. But don't give me any credit. I can tell DeeDee was here today, cleaning up after all of us. She's the real hero. Was my nanny for years. Now she just comes by for a few hours every few days to scold me and pick up after me."

Liz was thrown further off-center at the joke about seeing her room. That was a joke, right? "Oh, uh, yeah, well, lucky you I guess." She tried laughing again. It didn't really sound like a very good laugh to her ears. She was running short of ideas on how humans should act, though.

Then Dan had let his towel drop and she saw the first penis of her life. She was unable to take her eyes off it. With nothing to compare it to, she had no comfortable place to consider it. It was just there. And getting bigger. Then everything was suddenly blurry again as Dan's lips were on hers. First penis. First kiss. She was sure Dan could hear her heart thumping in her chest. It was definitely thumping loudly enough for anyone to hear it.

It didn't occur to her to pull away as she felt her sweater falling from her shoulders, followed by the shoulder straps of her dress. Her stupid fat cow tits were out now, all sweaty. Dan was still kissing her as his hands found her hard nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and fingers, stretching them and lifting each of her dumb boobs slightly, making her wince in painful pleasure. She felt herself getting breathless but didn't know how you tell that to a big, sexy guy when he has just gone ahead and taken over. First penis. First kiss. First boy to touch her anything.

"Let's get you out of that dress, Liz Green," she heard Dan say in her ear as he ended the kiss. His wet voice sent a chill through her body.

Liz didn't know what to say to that either. "I, uh, no, it's just that...."

But it was clear it wasn't going to matter what she said. Her dress was on the floor now, and Dan was pulling her underwear down. She wished she had worn cuter underwear. And she knew enough to wish she wasn't all hairy down there. A sweaty, fat, hairy slob. And could she smell her arm pits? Ugh. Naked, he'd want nothing more to do with her. She knew enough to know that, too.

"Fuck me, Liz. You are absolutely gorgeous. I just knew you would be. You hit 18 like a Maserati hitting 185. And I love that you are rocking the 1980s bush. It suits you to a tee."

Dan had to be joking. There was no way any of this was real. She was having some lucid dream. Had to be. He was dating Autumn fucking Fisher. And if she wasn't dreaming, she needed to get out of here.

"Uh, Dan, yeah, I uh, I've never, uh, yeah, and Autumn...." But his lips were on hers again, her tongue tied to his. And now his hand was rubbing her stupid, hairy pussy. Her very sticky but somehow also very slick pussy. She could tell she was absolutely coating him with her wetness. Her legs started shaking. She'd touched herself plenty of times before. She could feel an orgasm bearing down. Her first penis. Her first kiss. Her first touch. Her first other-orgasm. All Dan Dourmond, the most handsome and popular guy at school. None of this was real.

She pulled her lips away from Dan as an orgasm chased her down. The friction from someone else's hand was wildly different. When she got herself off, she quickly found the spotdu jourand went to work. Dan was instead hitting everything, teasing her upward as some things worked perfectly and others just felt good. It put her on a sharp edge, the release unable to be timed exactly. Unable to even be relied upon.

"Oh. Oh! OH!! AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Her face fell into his chest, her hips bucking. Her orgasm was so strong everything was dark for a moment. As she climbed back she could tell she was drooling.

"Good girl Liz," she heard Dan say, again into her ear, again giving her chills. She felt him scoop her up in his arms and toss her onto his bed, face up, her head pointed at the footboard and her feet at the headboard. Then he was over her. His strong body on top of her.

"Dan," Liz gasped, embarrassed from cumming so quickly, just like a fat needy slut would for a cute guy. "Please. I don't know what to do. I won't be any good. Please don't." But he just spread her legs. She lay there, breathing hard, out of ideas. Everything was moving too fast for her to know how to react. Dan couldn't really want to have sex with her. She had no idea what to do.

"You're doing great Liz," he said gently to her. He rose a bit, lifting her legs and holding the back of her knees against his inner elbows as his cock searched for and found the entrance to her pussy.

Liz was completely lost. This wasn't right. Not how it should be. But then again, maybe it was perfect. After all she wasn't girlfriend material for someone like Dan. So maybe this was like the highlight of a lifetime happening right this minute. But it was way too scary. Way too sudden.

"Please Dan. I'm a virgin. Please don't. I don't know what to do. I'm not Autumn. You'll hate it. Hate me." Liz knew she was practically babbling. She felt tears starting to roll out of her eyes and down the sides of her head into her ears. Were they tears of joy? Shame? Fear?

"Mmmmm," moaned both Dan and Liz at the same time as Dan's cock began to slide into her, finding her hymen. Liz tensed, expecting immense pain. Instead she just felt momentary pressure and then Dan was fully inside her. She was no longer a virgin. Her pussy had been claimed by the sexiest guy she knew. It was really happening.

The minutes flew by like cornrows along the highway as she got herself fucked, moaning and saying Dan's name over and over, just to remind herself it was actually real; it was actually Dan Dourmand inside her. She raised her head to try to watch his hard penis taking her and instead was embarrassed to look down and see her belly roll and stupid cow tits bouncing while a Greek god fucked into her. That made her cum again, the reality of the situation--of someone like Dan actually having sex with her--tipping her into another strong orgasm while her virgin pussy got itself very happily stretched out for the first time. "I'm cumming Dan. Oh god. I'm cumming again."

Dan rolled her on top of him and she rode him, barely recovered from her second orgasm, feeling uncoordinated and disoriented. She was sure she wasn't doing it right, but Dan gripped her tits so tight, pinched her nipples so hard, she could only groan instead of ask him what to do. She was looking right at Dan's door as Autumn appeared in the doorway. She felt Dan's cock get somehow bigger and then her insides get coated in his cum as he shot strong warm ropes inside her. She tipped into her third earth-shattering orgasm, staring right at Autumn, as Autumn started screaming.

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So that was that. That was how Liz Green lost her virginity. There could not have been a more mortifying way to go about doing it. She had run for her life from Autumn, her pussy leaking cum everywhere as she tried to dodge Autumn's fists and feet, nearly getting tossed down the stairs. She had flown out of the house naked, purse in hand, and run to her car like a fucking velociraptor was after her, fat ass and tits bouncing everywhere for anyone to see.

As she drove away she could still hear Autumn's voice in her mind, screaming about the stupid whore cow Dan had stuck his dick in; whose gross milkers would be at her knees after her first baby. She thankfully had a blanket laying across her backseat to hide the fraying upholstery, so had something to wrap herself with once she had a moment to stop and collect herself before finishing driving home. She could feel Dan's cum and her own wetness still leaking out of her sore, overstimulated pussy as she drove, making a mess on her front seat.

Dan and Autumn stayed a couple. Dan pretended Liz didn't exist. Autumn pretended Liz was the only person at school who existed and then made it her personal mission to destroy Liz. Liz never told anyone what happened. So of course everybody knew; knew Autumn's version. Liz was now the school tramp, mocked and slut-shamed by the girls. And as for any boy showing interest, Liz just knew that boy had obviously been goaded on by Autumn and was only interested in Liz acting like a good, fat whore should. It was a horrible, living nightmare. At least she hadn't gotten pregnant. And in light of how easily she had given into sex, she'd driven the two hours to Lafayette and gone to Planned Parenthood to have an IUD installed in case Dan took her again. She knew she would let Dan take her again.Ugh.

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Homecoming was bearing down on Liz. She had never had to deal with it before. But now she had been nominated as Homecoming Queen. It was obviously an evil plot, but when Liz's mother had caught wind of it by some well-meaning parent Liz could find no solace anywhere to just leave it be and muscle through her senior year. She had no interest in going. No interest in being subjected to whatever Carrie-Pig-Blood scheme Autumn had in mind. The stress had caused her to lose that last bit of weight. The passing time had caused her to stand 5'4 now, headed to 5'5. Not that Liz saw it. The mirror told Liz she was as grossly fat as ever. When everyone else saw a blossoming fertility goddess.

It didn't help that she masturbated everyday now, often far more than once. And only masturbated to one thing now. Cumming on Dan's cock a third time while he came inside her, gorgeous Autumn looking on in hate-filled shock. It had all become incredibly erotic in her memory; even Autumn trying to kick her ass as she ran away terrified, her huge tits caroming off each other and flying everywhere.