Prequel to Stinking Telegram
***All characters are over 18.***
Jill felt the cold steel chair against her bare legs. She focused on that sensation, attempting to drown out her growing excitement about what was coming next.

She recalled the thrill of receiving her Bid from Pi Nu Pi, her invitation to join the most popular Sorority on campus. She'd never previously considered, but seeing the festive atmosphere of Rush week had convinced her that university was going to be so much more than just dry lectures and late nights studying chemical engineering. On a whim she'd applied, and hadn't held out much hope of being accepted.

Now here she was, seated in a row of folding chairs positioned in the lawn of the courtyard of the Sorority, lined up alongside several other new Sisters, nervously giggling in anticipation of their initiation. Per University policy hazing was strictly forbidden, this was completely consensual. the courtyard was hidden from the street and the Sorority had a tradition to uphold. Besides, keeping secrets was a specialty of this particular institution.

And so Jill found herself with her wrists tied to a metal chair aside a dozen or so newly admitted sisters to Pi Nu Pi, the girls exchanging nervous looks as the more senior Sisters teased and recorded them playfully struggle against their bonds. Suitably humiliating costumes had of course been issued. White plastic kitchen trash bags had been filled with foam scraps and pillow fill, turned into giant diapers that forced her to spread her bare legs apart in a most unladylike manner. Her fellow inductees were clad similarly in a giant diaper and a too-small pastel cropped t-shirt with the Pi Nu Pi logo. A pink polka-dot bib and pacifier hung around her neck, and an oversized bonnet completed the ensemble.
Behind the women were row after row of folding tables mounded with pies, buckets, and countless jars of baby food. One of the sorority sisters announced how their degradation would proceed. We're going to play our favorite game, "Eat it or Wear It!"

A sister was positioned ominously behind each new inductee. They would have to choose without seeing the contents if they would choose to "Eat It or Wear It." The first unlucky girl timidly chose, "Eat it." She was rewarded with an impossibly large mound of pureed spinach. She visibly wretched as her guard hoisted a large spoon in front of her mouth, smearing the glop across her lips. She shook as she tried to choke down the offensive dark green gunk. Growing impatient, her sister upended the bowl over her head. Howls of laughter erupted as pictures and videos were taken. From then on, almost no one dared chose "Eat it."

The obvious consequence of course was a cacophony of giggles as the women were gunged with thick smelly baby food and buckets of runny oatmeal. Jill's turn came and she eagerly chose "Wear It!" Her world went white as she was immediately rewarded with a very sloppy pie sandwich. She sighed contentedly as she felt the cream slide down her top and pool in the waistband of her makeshift costume's fluffy diaper.

Some of the girls squealed and screamed at the mess, but Jill was accustomed to farm life and had even spent a summer performing as a singing telegram, and so was no stranger to the odd mess. She'd even popped out of a giant cake on more than once occasion. The mess awakened something deep inside her.
Suddenly a cloud of sweet smelling baby powder snapped Jill from her aroused distraction and she sputtered. Next, a slow, sticky coat of molasses glued her ridiculously small t-shirt to her by now very sensitive breasts. She let out a barely audible purr.

Thick baby blue and pastel pink poster paint was dumped roughly over the girls' heads, destroying their hair and already restrictive tops. Mounds of disgusting baby food was dumped down their fluffy diapers and rubbed in for good measure. Jill stifled a moan, trying to play it off as a yawn. One of the crueler Seniors named Jodi noticed with a raised eyebrow but said nothing.

As the last pie was splattered and the last bucket emptied, the new Sisters were finally released and congratulated. They'd all passed with flying and very literal colors. Final pictures were snapped and very messy hugs exchanged as they filed towards the basement door of the sorority for a much-earned shower.

The young women froze in terror as they opened the door to the unmistakably horrendous smell of burning tires, sulfur and garlic. Cowered in the corner were three very frightened skunks. The girls shrieked, startling the black and white fluffy invaders even more.

Amid a hasty retreat, the girls chattered at once about what to do. Doubtless this was the work of their hated rival fraternity, Omega Gu! Their destructive pranks had landed them in trouble in the past, several years ago they were nearly tossed out of the Greek system entirely for filling a different sorority's basement with chocolate pudding.
Having been raised on a farm, Jill wasn't at all concerned. She rummaged through the nearby gardener's shed and selected a long hoe, a length of cotton rope, and some zip ties and hastily fashioned an animal control pole.

Still covered in mess and wearing her humiliating outfit but armed with her makeshift animal trap, some thick gardening gloves, safety goggles, and a cardboard box, Jill slowly opened the door and crawled steadfastly inside. The others strained to watch the mayhem from the safety of the outside windows. One by one Jill cornered the errant skunks and lassoed them with the pole. The skunks wanted less than none of that, and were relentless in their smelly assaults in protest. Jill's heart pounded in her chest, but no one except her knew it was from arousal at the familiar scent rather than from any sense of danger. Jill coughed and gagged at the stench but soldiered on until she emerged victoriously with a box filled with skunks and a stench to high heaven.

Jill was heralded as a heroine! All her new sisters cheered and congratulated her from a safe distance. A couple of brave girls brought her some hydrogen peroxide and dish washing liquid to break down the scent. After a thorough soak in the concoction Jill's once dirty dishwater blonde hair was now peroxide blonde. She didn't mind, she'd bleached her hair before and loved seeing all the boys turn their heads her direction as she passed.

Hours later clean and refreshed, the Sorority veritably carried Jill triumphantly to a nearby nightclub where they celebrated late into the night. The crowd thinned as the night wore on and the girls turned to go. Walking home with her new friends, Jill paused on the sidewalk at the warm pink glow of a neon sign that caught her eye. TATTOOS. A smaller sign beside the open door read "Walk Ins Welcome." She smirked, "Go on ahead, there's something I need to do." she informed her sisters as she turned into the shop, the idea for a new tattoo forming in her head.