Sarah is stuffed

Emily looks contemptuously at you, reaching out to bat one of your big tits like a pendulum so it swings back and forth before she laughs, hawking and spitting a gobbet of phlegm into your face, you feel the hot spitting slide down from your hairline onto your forehead as she speaks.

“I think before we stuff this piggy with cock…we should give her a little treat and stuff her full of the food she so obviously loves. Someone get me a bowl and a whisk!”

You feel yourself grow trepidations as one of the other cheerleaders takes over holding onto your leash, yanking hard on the chain so it digs into your neck to remind you on your place even as you see your humiliation being prepared in front of you. A line of people have also formed around you as they await whatever Emily has planned, pawing and groping your fat flesh, making crude remarks and wondering aloud whether Emily will make her piggy fuck for the entertainment of the school.