"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.