First Semester Mayhem

Liz stumbled from the bathroom, her legs dripping wet with her own squirt and her emotions bouncing everywhere. She needed to leave the dance. Like, now. This instant.

But she forced herself to stop in the bathroom closest to the gymnasium and the loud music. Several other girls were in it when she entered, giving her side-eyes but leaving her alone. No moo'ing, thankfully. Apparently bringing Dillon Pace to Homecoming had shut down at least some of the bullying by people not directly in Autumn's circle.

She locked herself in a bathroom stall and just breathed for a bit as the bathroom slowly cleared out. Then cleaned her legs as well as she could, though everything was getting sticky now. Why did she have to be so fucking gross? And what the hell was she going to do now? The one video was bad enough, sure, but that had been a match book of information about what a fat slut she was. Hot enough to burn her but the fire likely out quickly in the grand scheme of things. Now she'd helped Autumn build a fucking flamethrower of horrible, depressing truth that might follow her forever. Burning everything down around her. Manifesting Moo Slut into the world as the real Liz. Dumb, dumb, dumb. It was excruciating.

Thankfully she was at least all cried out for now. Her orgasms had ripped her in half so completely she was just too dazed and too lost in this new reality at the moment to shed anymore tears. She flushed the nearly useless toilet paper and went to the sink and the mirror. Her makeup was a total mess, so she just washed it off as well as she could. Portions of the bottom of her dress felt wet, but thankfully you couldn't tell from the fabric and the sequins. Nor were her shoes obviously wet to anyone other than her feet. Her face and body were thankfully losing their sweaty, crimson glow from her humiliation and powerful orgasms. She stared a few moments at the biggest idiot walking this earth and then sighed and moved her ass back to the dance to find Dillon.

She emerged to find Dillon right outside the bathroom, beside himself from his failed attempts to locate her. She'd probably disappeared for a good 25 minutes or so without checking in with him first like she had promised she would do. Like she should have done. She should have taken her lumps with the first video and left immediately with Dillon, living with the consequences and simply moving on with her life and whatever additional mortifications could be piled onto it. Now she was a bug stuck in tree sap, on its way to becoming petrified amber.Fuck!

Dillon looked her over. He could see something was very different. But he hadn't seen Autumn anywhere near Liz and Autumn wasn't with Liz now.

"Liz, are you okay? I've been looking all over for you. And you didn't respond to calls or texts. You promised you weren't going to disappear on me. I would love you to just stay next to me, okay? I like being with you. I know some really nice guys here at the dance I can introduce you to. And if they and their dates get to know you, you may have more people looking out for you at school. It won't be you against the world, you know?"

Liz barely heard his words, though she could tell they were kind. She was grappling now with what to do about Dillon on top of everything else. She was now in the mess of all messes. There was nothing he could fix. At least it was all an act on his part. He wouldn't really be hurt by the inevitable nuclear explosion bearing down on her.

She gathered herself. "I'm sorry Dillon. Really. I should have never disappeared like that. But I'm fine. I'd like to go home now though. Is that okay with you? I've had enough of the dance. Enough of my whole senior year to be honest."

Dillon looked at her carefully. Liz didn't have a happy bone in her body at the moment. Something had happened. Something with Autumn. He was going to have to stop relying on Liz to have any natural self-preservation skills. Something was broken inside her; she showed up at a fight already defeated. Having just met her, it was impossible to understand why. She was literally the prettiest girl at Homecoming and a really smart, interesting, gentle person. There was none of this fake, high school bullshit with her.

"Sure Liz, of course. Let's get out of here. You showed up and showed you weren't going to be pushed around. That's round one for the good guys." Liz almost threw up at the words.

They sat in silence for the short drive back to Liz's house. Dillon unable to know what to even say. Liz incapable of saying what she should have been saying. It was earlier than she was expected home, but her parents were early risers, so the house was dark. And she lived on a street with very little traffic ever. Liz looked at Dillon as he pulled to the front of the curb. He was so handsome. And safe. She made the decision. She was going to be nothing more than a girl called Moo Slut by everyone soon, and this might be her only chance to have sex with Dillon. She wanted to have sex with him. Feel him inside her. Have a few minutes where she could just pretend to be living another life. Be able to move forward with Dan not being her only penis.

Dillon immediately returned her passionate kiss as she leaned to him and they made out a long minute. But as she reached between his legs to undo his zipper while raising herself up to try to get between him and his steering wheel, she felt his whole body stiffen.

"Liz, I, uh, this isn't anything you have to do. I really like you. But something is off with you right now. And I'd like to spend time getting to know each other. I'd like us to maybe even be in love, you know?"

Liz's world came crashing down again. Too fat and gross to even just be a warm set of willing holes after a dance, no strings attached. She was completely humiliated. For the second time in less than an hour. All self-administered. By the village idiot herself. She pulled away, tears coming back.

"It's okay Dillon. I get it. I really do." She fought through her sad and frustrated tears. "But I can't handle a fake friendship with you right now. It's too confusing and painful with the rest of the mess I'm dealing with. Even though I know it was totally ridiculous that you would be with someone like me, I couldn't help but start really, really liking you anyway. A lot. This is fucking me up."

The tears were heavy now, making her hiccup and wracking her body as Dillon looked on in blind, helpless self-loathing. "You've tried to do a really nice thing, pretending to like, to like me. Pretending to be with me to-tonight. I just can't do this though. It's too much. And I'm sorry about trying to make you have sex with me. I won't ever again, I promise. I'm a safe person too."

With that she had dashed out the passenger door and to the house, leaving Dillon shocked, confused, and dismayed. How he had managed to fuck it up with Liz was beyond all comprehension. Seriously, had he just turned down sex with the hottest girl in three states? And talked about loving her after less than a week of even knowing her?You are an idiot Dillon Pace. A real grade A fucking idiot.

***

Liz spent a sleepless, stressed night. What had occurred in the girl's bathroom played over and over in her head, keeping her awake. And when she did doze off, the same scene crept into her dreams, along with the painful conversation with Dillon. She then spent a stressed-out morning waiting for Autumn to arrive to her house and begin whatever post-Homecoming scheme Autumn had dreamed up. It was all so awful.

Autumn arrived at 11 a.m. on the dot. Liz had managed to get to the door before either of her parents, hoping to dash from the house without context or explanation. But it wasn't to be.

Autumn was all Eddie Haskell kissing-up smiles. "Hi Lizzie! So nice to see you! Is that your mom there behind you?"

Liz looked back and saw her mom was a few feet behind her, a questioning look on her face. "Yeah, that's my mom, Lauren. Hi Autumn. It's, uh, yeah, nice to see you too."

Autumn stepped past Liz into the small living room and held out her hand. "Hi Mrs. Green. It's nice to meet you. I'm Autumn Fisher. Liz was on the Homecoming court with me, showing off Dillon Pace all night. I knew I just needed to get to know her better and asked if she would spend the day with me doing girl-stuff, having fun and being silly. I hope that's okay?"

Liz's mom took Autumn's hand. Autumn's saccharine-sweet act did not really win any points with Lauren Green. But she was certainly beautiful and put together. Liz would need to learn how to navigate the new world of popular girls she found herself in all on her own for the most part. A mom can only give so much good advice, and really only when asked. "Hi Autumn. Of course. It's nice to meet you too. You and Lizzie go enjoy yourselves." But she also threw a fake lifeline in case Liz needed it. "But Lizzie, don't forget we have your uncle's birthday dinner tonight at 7 p.m. He will be asking after you if you miss it. You're his favorite niece you know."

Liz could have kissed her mom on the lips. "I won't forget, I promise."

Autumn broke in before they left. "Here's my mom's and dad's cell phone numbers. I plan to treat Liz today, and if you have any worries just call them. I'm only doing what they want, and have been doing it for years with my girl crew. Lizzie is a bad ass and I want her torturing all the boys with us!"

Liz followed Autumn out to her car and climbed into the passenger's bucket seat. Autumn was driving one of her dad's classics today. A gold Chevy Chevelle SS with black hood and trunk stripes. Liz had never been in such a car and couldn't help but look around in interest at the impeccably restored interior of a car that was at least a decade older than her parents. It even had a cigarette lighter, which she felt compelled to push in and then pull out once it popped, looking at the red and orange glowing coils with interest. She watched as Autumn started up the engine, the big block V8 roaring to life and shaking the entire car with grumbling power.

"Alright Moo Slut," said Autumn, turning to look at Liz. "You know your situation, and I want zero back talk today. Do you understand me?"

Liz would have felt her heart drop, if it hadn't already been laying dead on the floor for hours now. "Autumn, can't we just talk this through? Please delete the videos. I'll still do whatever you want. But knowing the videos exist is killing me. It's not right what you're doing."

"Jesus, already fucking up. Let me explain the situation to you. The videos--those are going out the minute I decide I want them to go out. I have a VPN and burner account set to post to everywhere you can imagine. Even if it all gets taken down almost immediately, I'll make sure everyone is finding and saving the videos before that happens. Your ass is mine. The only thing keeping me from doing it is you doing exactly what I want, and I've got myself a nice list of things I want." Autumn put her right hand on Liz's left knee and got her face closer to Liz. "This is the last time we talk about this without the whole school, your parents, everybody in the world witnessing the birth of Moo Slut. So convince me you understand or you can walk right back into that little box you call a house and live with the consequences."

Liz felt tears welling but managed to keep them down. The brief conversation had gone just as badly as she knew it would. She was royally fucked and Autumn didn't have a nice bone in her body. Was relishing the situation. "I... I understand Autumn."

"Not good enough. Not now. You've pissed me off. You know what Moo Slut needs to do to convince me she understands."

Liz looked at Autumn. Christ this was awful. "MMMOOOOOO!"

"Again."

"MMMOOOOOO!"

"More."

"MMMOOOOOO! MMMOOOOOO! MMMOOOOOO!" Liz was shouting it into the dashboard, frustrated and angry at herself and Autumn both.

"Good girl, Moo Slut. Now pull off those jeans and any underwear you are wearing. Today is the last day you wear underwear unless it's a special occasion. Moo Sluts keep bald, uncovered pussies. Their dirty little cunts are always ready for action. Always leaking on something."

Liz looked up at her house, worried her mom might be at a window. But couldn't see anyone. She slowly peeled off her blue jeans and took off her underwear. Then looked to Autumn. Autumn began reversing out of the driveway, saying nothing more for the moment.

As they were driving, the Chevelle bitching loudly about 45 mph being far too slow, Liz saw that they were headed to I-70. So they would be shopping in Indianapolis. Thank God. They would hopefully see no one she knew. Once Autumn had merged onto I-70 from Highway 41 she spoke again. "There's a duffle bag in the back. Fish your new favorite vibrator out of it." Liz unbuckled herself and rooted around through the duffle bag. It had the dress, sweater and shoes she had abandoned at Dan's house as she ran from a murderous Autumn.Fuck!She found the vibrator from last night and got back into her bucket seat, re-buckling the seatbelt. Her ass was already feeling sweaty on the vinyl. Her whole fat, flabby body was feeling sweaty in fact.

"Get the rest of your clothes off. I want everyone on the highway to see those ridiculous tits of yours." Liz complied silently, pulling off her sweatshirt and undoing her bra. Without instruction, she went ahead and tossed all her stuff into the backseat. Then sat there nude, thoroughly defeated.

"You have 5 minutes to cum for me. And if you squirt, I swear to God you are licking everything up like the nasty, wet-fuck whore you are. Show me you understand."

Liz turned the vibrator on and pressed it to her clit. It was incredibly depressing to find herself wanting to do it. Wanting to be a fat Moo Slut for gorgeous, bossy, bitchy Autumn. Their roles seemed perfectly aligned with their lives. Autumn in total control. Liz with no control whatsoever. "Oh God. Mmmoooo..." Liz moaned as the vibrator attacked her already swollen clit. Liz could see and feel how hard and pointy her nipples had gotten on her fat tits. She was thoroughly turned on. There was probably no way she wasn't going to squirt. She didn't know where the new talent came from, but she did know she had no real control over it. She really was a wet fuck now, just like Autumn said; totally at the mercy of her pussy.

Liz didn't need three minutes, the orgasm rocking into her quickly with little build up. "MMMOOOOOO! MMMOOOOOO!" she cried out, pussy squirting, her moist smell spilling through the car. She vaguely registered vehicles around them on the highway. Autumn was in the middle lane and Liz had just given a show to an elderly man in the slow lane as they passed him by, her big tits jiggling and her head thrown back as she came. She looked over at Autumn. Autumn's phone was of course turned to her. But could she see that Autumn was also flushed? Also turned on? Just like last night, Liz wondered if all this was working over Autumn's libido too. Having a fat Moo Slut to sexually torture and humiliate. Would Autumn want to have sex with her too; claim her like Dan had? A vision of riding Autumn, somehow filled up with an impossible cock Autumn of course didn't have, flashed through her brain unbidden.

"I told you what would happen if your disgusting pussy squirted, Moo Slut. So get out of that seatbelt and get on the floor. I want to see you licking and slurping your pussy juice up off the upholstery. You are such a dirty whore. Tell the camera."

Liz did as she was told, her naked body twisting around for the camera to record. "I'm a dirty, Moo Slut whore," she said simply, looking at the phone. Then she went to work cleaning her mess up, tasting her squirt for the first time. What was another video at this point? Liz was at Autumn's mercy. A mercy Liz knew would no doubt end at some point, and result in her every video on the internet. But some stupid optimism--that she could somehow not shake--made her imagine there was some positive outcome. Some way out of this. So that kept her going. Kept getting her pulled deeper and deeper into Autumn's depraved humiliations. And Christ Almighty, it was also turning her on. In the darkest corners of her soul she loved it for some fucked up reason. There was no way around it; getting dominated by Autumn was hot.

As Liz finished cleaning up after herself in the most degrading way possible, Autumn turned on a Bluetooth speaker and music started playing from Autumn's phone. It was a nice playlist, actually. Dua Lipa, Olivia Rodrigo, Billie Eilish. At least Autumn's taste in music wasn't evil. "Get on the stuff you seduced my boyfriend in, Moo Slut, minus the panties you no longer wear ever again. Then sit there quietly. I don't want to have to even think about you until we are in Indy."

Liz did as she was told. Watching Autumn from the corner of her eye as Autumn wiggled uncomfortably on her seat for several minutes, Autumn's face still flushed and now a little sweaty herself.

***

Autumn ended up driving them to The Fashion Mall at Keystone. Liz had only been there a few times, the retailers generally too expensive for her and her parents. Autumn spared no expense as she drug Liz around to various stores, trying on dozens of outfits. Liz found herself almost able to pretend she was out with a real friend. Well, a real friend who kept calling her Moo Slut when not saying even meaner things to her. The jabs were already just starting to kind of roll harmlessly off Liz though. Like it was some sort of fucked up love language between them.

Autumn had clearly decided on a style for Liz--very short A-Line skirts and tight tops, mostly button down. But plenty of scarfs and leggings for the cold weather, as well as various knee-high boots. She also made Liz sit at the Nordstrom makeup counter for over an hour, the sales lady coming up with a simple skin care and makeup routine for Liz that Liz could remember and replicate; Autumn buying all the supplies.

They had a late lunch at the Nordstrom café bistro; Autumn had recommended the tomato bisque and she was right. It was delicious. Liz hadn't even known Nordstrom's had its own place to eat at. Autumn had been almost human while they ate, after an initial dig where she asked Liz if Moo Sluts knew about calories and how to avoid the empty ones.

As they were leaving, they passed by the bathrooms and a family bathroom was open. The kind that are large with their own toilet and sink, and lock so that the entire bathroom is private. She gave Liz an unreadable look and hurried them both into it.

Once inside: "Okay Moo Slut. I want the clothes you picked for cherry-popping thrown in the trash now. Then you are going to wash all your makeup off and reapply it. Once I'm convinced you can keep from looking like the blotchy clown you usually do when you even bother with makeup at all, you can figure out an outfit to wear. Got it?"

"Yes, I've got it Autumn," said Liz, distracted. She was worried about the makeup as she was pulling her dress and sweater over her head at the same time.

"Seriously Moo Slut?"

Liz looked at Autumn as her clothes came off, nudity on display yet again for Autumn's camera. She couldn't help but chafe a little bit. Couldn't they have a normal fucking conversation sometimes? "Goddamn it, Autumn. MMMOOOOOO!"

"Watch the attitude you fucking cow," snapped Autumn back, but she was also distracted and didn't put much emotion into the scolding. Her eyes were feasting on Liz.

Liz tossed the clothing and shoes into the waste bin, saying goodbye to them forever for a second time. Next, over the sink--Autumn standing so close she definitely was invading Liz's personal space--Liz removed and reapplied the makeup, relieved the sales lady had given good instructions and picked a simple process. She couldn't help but look up at Autumn in the mirror when she was done and smile. As she smiled, Autumn suddenly twisted Liz to face her and Autumn kissed her.