"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Sarah asked her friend
Kelly as they walked up to the large frat house.
The house itself
wasn't what made her nervous. It was a relatively simple-but-large
typical frat house. Two stories, big and mostly square with a large
front and back yard. A cheap balcony that didn’t make structural
sense. Sarah guessed there were lots of rooms through the entire
thing. There had to be considering how many people were supposed to
be in the organization.
To be fair it was
the best frat house on campus from what she'd heard. Certainly better
than some of the sorority houses she'd visited. And it had a great
reputation...for parties. Extreme parties. The kind that made decent
girls nervous. Sarah had never been to a party before last week and
still wasn’t sure she enjoyed even a ‘regular’ one.
Kelly barely avoided
rolling her eyes. She'd met Sarah the week before in the common dorms
and the younger girl had quickly decided they were friends. Kelly
just rolled with it while she kept her eyes open for the social event
of the fall semester, and possibly the most important of her freshman
year: the Phi Omega fraternity and Kappa Omega sorority mixer. Having
Sarah along seemed like a good idea.
They turned onto the
sidewalk leading up to the house just as the front door closed after
admitting a larger group of giggling girls. Sarah didn’t notice an
odd flash of light seconds later from where the door didn’t quite
sit flush with the ground, while Kelly did with a smile.
"Oh come on,
this is gonna be great!" she said happily to Sarah, putting a
little more effort into being friendly than she felt the other girl
deserved.
She didn't need
Sarah screwing this up for her at the last minute.
"I've heard all
that stuff too-" she told the younger girl as they approached
the steps, "And I'm sure it's all really, really exaggerated."
Kelly had more than
'heard' about what happened at the parties these two Greek student
groups held. A current brother had shown her several Tokker videos
about them. And they weren't exaggerated. At all.
It was obvious Sarah
wanted to say something else, but by then the two were standing in
front of the unassuming door to the massive house. Through the walls
they could hear rumbling music and happy voices. The windows were
covered with curtains but flashing lights suggested a disco ball in
at least one room.
"Okay, fine!"
Sarah said as she gave her outfit a last glance-over, "I hope
getting into Kappa Omega is worth it. I hope they let me in."
In contrast to
Kelly's scandalously short skirt and technically-not-a-bra cutoff
shirt, Sarah was far more conservatively dressed in a red and pink
knee length dress. Which had seemed smart when she left the dorm but
considering the crowd of people they'd been following wore an equal
amount of cloth shared between three of them she realized it wasn't
nearly as formal as she'd expected.
Getting you in
won’t be an issue, Kelly
thought as she hiked her skirt up just a hair farther. I
just hope you’re worth my admission.
"It’s gonna
be great,” she told Sarah confidently as she opened the door, “Go
on in!”
The sound of music
increased as they entered a small entryway, where a tall effeminate
guy was waiting behind a podium. It appeared oddly formal, but made
Sarah relax as they approached. Maybe she wasn’t overdressed after
all. The guy, a Junior who was doing his monthly side-duty rotation,
smiled at them both. His eyes glanced past Sarah and settled onto
Kelly; he knew what they were looking for.
“Hi!” he said as
he scribbled on a list they couldn’t see, “Welcome to the Po-Ko
mixer!”
“Thanks!” Kelly
said, talking before Sarah would have a chance to. “I’m Kelly and
I’m hoping to join Kappa Omega!”
“Uh, me too-”
Sarah said, her courage suddenly leaving her when it came time to
actually start committing.
Something seemed
wrong. There was a door to the left that obviously led into the house
and the party. But to the right, matching that door, was instead a
metal frame that almost looked
like a door. It reminded her
of something she couldn’t quite place.
Alarm
bells were ringing in the naive girl’s head.
“Did
you bring something to donate?” he asked Kelly expectantly. It was
customary that any prospective pledge bring something for the house
as an entry price before they could actually begin trying to join. Of
course, only pre-screened potential applicants got that news before
it was too late.
Tonight
really was for the most part informal as far as joining the Greek
societies were concerned. But it was the foot-in-the-door that anyone
hoping to join had to come to.
“I
did!” Kelly said happily, almost bouncing in excitement. Sarah
raised an eyebrow at the sudden change in energy from her friend.
“Condom!”
What?
Sarah thought as the ‘frame’ to her right suddenly lit up with
blue light, making the wall vanish.
“Super!”
the man said, writing again on his list, “We always need those!
They wear out fast.”
“Uh,
what?” Sarah asked aloud, suddenly very sure she’d missed
something important.
The
blue light flashed as the man tapped something on his phone and Sarah
couldn’t help but look at it quickly.
“I
didn’t know I was supposed to bring-” she started to say.
Kelly
shoved Sarah hard in the back toward the open transition point. The
younger girl shouted in surprise and tried to catch herself, but she
fell forward as her heels twisted underneath her.
Sarah
tried to grab the sides of the frame instead but her hands passed
straight through the blue wall and she fell forward. Instead of
hitting carpet she just kept falling. And falling. And falling.
She
screamed the entire way down.
“That’s
perfect,” the host said to Kelly as the transition point closed
once more, now only a solid wooden wall once more. “Head on in!”
Kelly
followed his pointing hand and walked through the door to her left.
By the time her eyes had adjusted to the low lights and crowd of
partiers, she’d forgotten Sarah’s name. By the time she had a
drink in hand and was talking to a really, really,
cute boy, she’d forgotten bringing the younger girl at all. But
she did get a reminder later that evening even
if the specifics escaped her.
Sarah
screamed as she fell, too terrified to realize her dress and
underwear had vanished. All around her was a disorienting bright
blue. Then a dark circle
appeared in the distance, rapidly approaching.
“Ooof!”
she let out when she landed on a sharp-sloped surface. The air was
forced out of her lungs as she rolled on her side down the massive
hill until it evened out to a flat slope that let her stop. Under her
body the ground was incredibly hard and cold, reminding her of
something very familiar.
“What
the hell Kelly?” she asked rhetorically, sure that her new best
friend had just played some kind of practical joke on her, “If this
is some new….new...pledge hazi…”
The
blonde’s voice trailed off as she stood.
All
around her were seemingly fifty-foot walls of almost annoyingly white
color. She’d rolled into the center down one of those sloped walls
when she’d landed.
“Giant
bowl?”
As
her eyes adjusted she realized she was wrong. Loud music boomed hard
enough that it shook her entire body like being at a concert. If she
hadn’t peed before coming to the party she would have soiled
herself when she realized that over the edge of the bowl she was
seeing a massive window and part of a hallway that was truly titanic
in proportion.
She
hadn’t landed in a giant bowl.
She’d
landed in a regular sized bowl.
“Look
out!” someone yelled behind her, and she screamed as a
building-sized hand came into sight.
Sarah turned and
screamed as a building-sized hand descended. In front of her were a
dozen other small women, all equally naked and all equally terrified.
There was just enough time to realize that they all must have been
about two inches tall before the fingertips wrapped around a pigtail
wearing blonde.
“Perfect,” a
man’s voice boomed from overhead.
Sarah fell onto her
back when the bowl was bumped, and as the screaming little blonde was
carried away she couldn’t help but notice three lines had been
hastily drawn onto the woman’s back before she vanished from view.
She laid there
stunned until a brunette she vaguely recognized from orientation
helped her to her feet. Then she was surrounded by other young women,
each talking faster and louder than the next.
“-get away!”
“-don’t let him
use me again!”
“-Where are-”
“Stop!” Sarah
yelled, stunning the crowd into silence, “What the hell is going
on?! We can’t be...can’t be…”
Out of words, she
gestured around them at their concave prison.
“We’re condoms!”
shouted one of the smaller women, tears streaming down her face, “We
thought we were pledging to Kappa Omega but we weren’t here to
pledge, we were someone else’s entry fee!”
“Kelly wouldn’t-”
Sarah started to say, but everyone around her suddenly scattered,
screaming again.
When the massive
fingers pinched her torso this time, Sarah didn’t have the air to
scream. She was pulled upward at a dizzying pace, tossed into the air
like a coin for a moment, then snatched by a bus-sized palm.
“I got one!” she
heard a boy’s voice say excitedly as she tried to fight against his
massive grip. There was no sign he even noticed her fighting.
Around her the music
dampened and the sound of a door shutting. Sarah realized she’d
been brought into a bedroom and even through her panic she remembered
the last word her friend Kelly had said before pushing her into what
was now obviously a transition point: ‘Condom.’
“It’s a new one
right?” a girl’s voice sounded, “I don’t want some run down
little ho in me.”
Her tone said that
everything was right in the world.
The guy’s hand
unfolded and in the dim light Sarah could see what looked like a
blonde cheerleader hiking up her skirt and crawling onto all fours.
There was a ‘thump’ as he dropped his pants to the ground.
With terrifying care
the man grasped each of Sarah’s legs with pinched fingers.
“Brand new,” he
told her as he lowered Sarah downward. When her angle of view let her
see his cock she began screaming again. “Her first ride.”
The screaming
stopped when he started pulling her legs apart; the air was forced
from her lungs by the unstoppable force of his casual spreading. She
was sure that he was going to tear her in half and end this
nightmare, but it only got worse: The contortion yanked her head back
and she watched the boy’s stupidly-cute face smile eagerly down at
her. He winked.
Then she felt the
world’s largest cock shove rudely into her. Instantly he was well
past her cervix, then her pubic bone and driving into her ribcage.
The only part of Sarah that didn’t stretch was her head. In moments
she felt his heartbeat through his rod pulse and shake her entire
body.
When she was
completely encasing his cock with her stretched thin yet untearable
skin he took it a step further and deftly tied her legs together
below his balls so she wouldn’t slip off.
Sarah tried to
scream in agony but searing hot cock burned through her entire body.
Every nerve was alight with pain and humiliation.
“Perfect!” he
said as he prepared to mount tonight’s first conquest, “You re-”
“Just put it in
me!” the girl insisted, “I’ve never used one and -”
She squealed in
delight as he obeyed, driving into her in one solid thrust. The pair
held still for a moment to give her a chance to get used to his
girth, then they both shuddered as they felt the condom writhing. His
only thought was how wonderful it felt on his cock, like not wearing
a condom at all. Her thoughts were split between the frantic swinging
of tiny arms and the pain that the little condom had to be in.
She came immediately
and the man took that as his cue to start thrusting.
Sarah did her best
to scream as her arms and legs twitched uncontrollably.
Twenty minutes
later, after a sickeningly thorough cleaning, Sarah was dropped
unceremoniously back into the bowl she’d been taken from. The taste
of semen was still in her mouth and she knew she could never get the
smell of vagina off of her skin.
Her back burned from
the single tally mark that had been drawn on her back.
The crowd of women
ran to help her up, and Sarah couldn’t help but notice half the
crowd was now different women. From the sound of the giant crowd
walking around them it seemed the party was only just beginning.
“I wish I could
say the first is the worst,” one of them said, “But I’d be
lying.”
Sarah found she had
nothing to say when that women turned to show her the eight tally
marks on her own back. Her stomach heaved when she realized what that
meant.
Two weeks later
Sarah was the new ‘old’ girl in the bowl. She’d managed to
avoid being used a second time that night but her luck didn’t last.
Over time the women with more tally marks simply didn’t return; no
one knew what happened but they all hoped it was a simple, fast end.
After every use it took them longer to return to walking and
speaking. Longer to resume their previous shape.
The terms
‘elasticity’ and ‘degradation’ didn’t come to Sarah’s
mind. But they were close enough.
Even after the big
party there was a lot of sex being had in the frat house. Several new
condoms arrived every day and when Sarah was lucky she could go a day
without being used. In between sessions it was incredibly boring, and
somehow even calming the newer condoms – Girls!
Sarah had to remind herself – started to feel like a chore.
But
finally the day came when she felt the squelch of semen from her
abused body slow. It took her far longer to feel that she could move
again, that her body was once more ‘correct.’ The girls she’d
tried to comfort began giving her extra space any time they could
hear a man or woman walking by; if they wanted a condom the new girls
were happy to let it be Sarah instead of them.
Which
was why after being used by Earl, a senior who came a prodigious
amount, Sarah was dropped onto a clear plastic container in the
kitchen rather than the community contraception cleaning bowl. Fluids
drained out of her as she felt her insides return to their proper
shape. Before long her feet were encased in dried semen again.
She
was used to this part and it was the only time she ever felt like she
got to rest. Even the ‘cleaning’ process was incredibly thorough,
painful, and degrading.
But
this time instead of having a cleaning rod jammed into her, someone
started filling her container with near-boiling water.
“Wait!”
she tried to say as she struggled to free her feet and the water rose
around her, “What a-grblbr!”
Sarah
tried to scream but her lungs filled with water. Her ankle finally
pulled free from the dried semen that had held her down and she
surfaced with a violent cough. Her skin burned with heat that she
wished would end it all.
“No
I-!”
The
man above her was whistling calmly as he poured a carefully measured
tablespoon of an orange chemical into Sarah’s container. It spilled
into the water and Sarah was horrified to see that after it briefly
spread out it seemed to home in on her swimming body.
As
soon as it touched her, Sarah’s skin felt like it was on fire. The
burning from the hot water was nothing compared to this. In vain she
jerked away from the orange particles that seemed to radiate pain.
She
tried to swim away but as though attracted by magnets the orange goop
clung to her and began dragging her back under water. Soon every inch
of skin was covered in the burning chemical, and when she opened her
mouth to finally scream it poured into her mouth as well. Then it was
made worse when it covered her enough to find her other orifices.
David,
who was in charge of tiny cleaning on Tuesdays, smiled as the
well-used condom squirmed underwater. He knew the
cleaner-slash-flavoring
was incredibly painful for them and resisted the urge to shake the
container. The little woman struggled in vain against it as it
invaded every cellular space it could find in her body and David felt
himself growing hard as he watched.
“I
need to find one of those Kappa Omega girls,” he said aloud as he
sat the container in the closet.
Two
weeks later, on his next shift, David pulled Sarah’s container back
out. She’d still been squirming when he checked every day or two
which meant the solution was still working on her. Now she was still
and simply stared out at him in a much less exciting fashion. Which
meant the chemical process was complete.
The
science behind transitions, shrinking, and cellular hyperelasticity
eluded him. But he knew how to follow written directions.
Following
the near idiot-proof instructions left for him, he cleaned the
no-longer-a-condom
girl off of any leftover goop. She fought against his fingers
reflexively but it only made him smile and
he barely resisted the urge to shove a finger inside her.
Soon she was dry and perfectly sterilized. Among other words he
didn’t know.
“Perfect,
keep doing that,” he said as he opened
the pantry closet door, “Keep
your muscles moving.”
Out
came a tupperware container and David popped the lid off. Then Sarah
was dropped in.
When
he dropped her in she fell with a scream until she landed on someone
else with an ‘oof!’
“Graduation
is in a few months so you all
keep your energy up,” David told her and
her new companions.
As
she scrambled to get her senses back she heard the plastic lid snap
back into place and her ears popped as the lid made a small vacuum.
She was surrounded by other
shrunken women again, this time so many that she could barely move
her arms against the crowd.
“Wait
-no!” dozens of voices yelled upward as their container was put
back in the closet.
Sarah
pretended not to notice several other containers equally filled with
shrunken women.
But
it was harder to pretend when dozens of times a day the mountain
sized door opened and closed as the frat boys grabbed snacks and
food. A different guy brought new women each day and dropped them
into one of several other containers, including Sarah’s own until
the container was almost overflowing. Sarah realized she was merely
one of hundreds of shrunken women who had been used in horrifying
ways.
Some
of her companions had also been condoms. Some had been better things,
others worse. And now all were waiting for something they all
suspected but couldn’t say out loud.
Then
came the day when all the containers, over a dozen full of two-inch
tall women, were taken out of the pantry.
“No
no no no!” Sarah screamed, not sure why, as they were dumped
violently into distinct clear glass bowls. Considering she’d spent
weeks smashed in that container the fresh air was almost a relief.
Except she knew it had to lead to something worse.
Their
bowls were placed on a long table covered by a cheap plastic cover,
and above them a banner hung that read out ‘Congrats Graduates!’
For
a long time there was nothing else to do. Just to watch terrified as
several giants, and scantily clad giantesses, decorated the massive
room for a graduation party. That they’d been stocking up for with
shrunken women, now filling bowls laid out on a buffet table next to
bowls of punch and other appetizers.
When
the crowds of flavored women realized they were occupying space
between crackers and cold cuts their nervous calm broke.
The
lights dimmed as loud music started playing, and the room began
filling with giants as the shrunken women tried desperately to climb
the smooth walls of their prison.
“Here,
let me help you!” a man said from above, causing their screams to
redouble.
Sarah
willed herself to not scream as she was pinched by rough fingers and
dropped onto a paper plate. She rolled along with two others, hitting
a cracker the size of a bed and only coming to a stop when her leg
slid into a pile of chocolate pudding.
When
she tried to free herself she found that she wasn’t strong enough
to overpower the pudding.
“I’ll
help!” one of the other girls yelled, and Sarah looked up just in
time to see the brunette be smashed down her stomach by a piece of
salami. Then five more.
“That’ll
do for now,” the man carrying them said as he left the room. Sarah
couldn’t see, but he sat on a well-used leather sofa and leaned
back to watch the video of the graduation that had taken place
several hours ago.
The
brunette struggled as Sarah watched in horror. She didn’t even
notice her other leg slide into the pudding. One by one the man ate
slices of salami and the girl struggled for all she was worth. When
there was just one piece left she was finally able to wriggle out
from underneath it.
With
only a giggle to himself the man casually wrapped the brunette with
his last piece of salami. She vanished upward with a scream and Sarah
made herself look away as the girl vanished between his lips. There
was a brief scream. Very brief.
Sarah
cried out in terror as she redoubled her efforts to escape the
pudding. She and all the others had the general idea about what was
going to happen to them, but actually seeing it made it far worse.
When
she got her legs free she clambered to her feet. A glance upward
showed the man carefully chewing and savoring his bite. Seeing her
chance she ran for the nearest side of the plate; what she would do
after, she had no idea. But it had to be better than waiting around
as an hors d’oeuvre.
Another
scream drew her eyes and she wished
she hadn’t looked even as soon as she did.
A
blonde girl was sandwiched between two crackers. Something white had
been smeared on her back, and the man dragged her face-first through
more of the stuff. Sarah couldn’t help but watch horrified as the
girl sandwich was lifted upward again. His fingers came back down
empty.
And
then the man looked down and saw Sarah, who had unwisely delayed her
escape.
She
screamed and tried to run but a massive finger tapped her into the
pile of pudding she’d just escaped.
“Hope
you stay lively,” Sarah heard as another cracker scooped underneath
her and lifted her into the air.
“No
wait I-!”
“Tell
me all about it,” he said, and when Sarah looked up hopefully she
could only see his massive lips in a horrific smile. “In
interpretive dance, in my belly.”
Sarah
went between his lips and she screamed until she ran out of breath.
Suction surrounded her, making her ears pop painfully and she
realized he was sucking all the pudding from her body. Then
his tongue yanked her back and she screamed her way down the man’s
throat.
Eric
dabbed his lips politely as he stood, snack finished. He laughed
lightly to himself and dropped his plate in the trash can as he
looked at the growing crowd and picked out tonight’s chick.
“Interpretive
dance,” he mumbled to himself with a smile, “I’m so funny.”
“Wanna
dance, big guy?” Eric heard a voice say to his right, and he
smiled.
Sarah
and her two captives screamed as their surroundings shook and covered
them with burning liquid. Something that was definitely alcoholic
rained down on them from above and the trio cried out in terror.
In
the darkness Sarah could feel her feet wearing away; she tried to
comfort one of the other girls, she didn’t know which, and tried to
ignore the other girl’s melting skin.
“Don’t
think,” she said, struggling to make her voice heard over Eric’s
gurgling stomach, “Don’t think don’t think don’t-”
“Don’t
think above it too much,” Eric told tonight’s lay as he led her
to his room, wriggling condom in hand, “But trust me, you’re
gonna love it.”
Tina,
who had been ‘donated’ to the frat by her younger sister,
screamed in terror. This was her third use.