Chapter 2

A few hours later, John was walking up to the Kappa Gamma Delta Sorority House from the sidewalk. The house itself sat on a slight hill, near the center of campus, and it was one of the oldest buildings on the school grounds, one of the original few built during the college's founding. Being as old as it was, the house was designed in the great Gothic Victorian style, a grand mansion that hearkened back to the days before the stark rigidity of 20th-century architecture. It occurred to John, as he walked up the path towards the house, that it looked like a haunted house. He chuckled to himself, realizing that it probably had something to do with the full moon that shone through the trees behind the house like a yellow cake in the black sky. The house’s spooky ambience was also bolstered by the sights and sounds emanating from within — what looked like purple strobe lights circled and flashed through the windows on the main floor, and John could see the dark outlines of shapes moving and swaying inside. People were dancing, but the music that John could hear from outside didn’t sound like the kind of music he was expecting, or that he was accustomed to hearing at college parties. Instead of the steady beat of drums or electric basses, he instead heard the deep drone and rumble of synthesizers, sprinkled about with what sounded like bells. 

‘Weird,’ he thought to himself as he took in the whole presentation. ‘Very weird.’ He thought of Harper and her penetrating hazel eyes and laughed to himself, feeling no fear. ‘But I like weird,’ he said to himself. ‘Those other dudes on my hall are such squares.’ 

When John had mentioned to a few of his acquaintances that he was going to a Kappa Gamma Delta party, their reaction had surprised him. 

“Uhhh yeah I wouldn’t go into that house,” Keith had said, looking sideways at his peers for backup. 

“What? Why not?” John had asked, puzzled. 

Keith’s eyebrows went up and he had shrugged his shoulders, looking again to the other guys.

“I don’t know,” he said. “Just stories I’ve heard, you know?”

“Stories? Like what?” John was irritated that he had not heard any of these “stories,” but more so he was annoyed by Keith’s immediate dismissal of his chance to get with Harper. He must have been feeling jealous. 

“Uh, I mean…I don’t know…come on guys, you’ve heard these stories too, right?” Keith appealed to the others. 

“Yeah man,” said Eric, cocking his head slightly and turning to look at John with a matter-of-fact expression. “I’ve heard that the sisters there do weird shit at their parties.”

“Oh yeah?” asked John, folding his arms. He didn’t really care what any of these guys had to say — if anything it made the party more intriguing. 

“Yeah…like, they I’ve heard they spike their punch with hallucinogens,” continued Eric.

“Ohhhh noooo,” said John sarcastically. He had tripped on mushrooms a few times, and had done acid once. This party was sounding better and better. 

“Naw man, like, not in the good way, said Eric. “I’ve heard that guys change after going to those parties.” 

“Yeah, I’ve heard the same thing,” said Keith. “Like…the sisters do something to them and…and…”

“And what, guys?” laughed John, unfolding his arms and opening up his hands in an imploring gesture. “Come on, quit being so mysterious!” 

“I don’t know John, it’s just what I’ve heard!” said Keith, taking his turn to be irritated.

“I’ve heard that guys who’ve gone to those parties start to shrink,” blurted out Lane. Everyone turned to look at the normally-quiet Lane, who immediately reddened and shrugged his shoulders. “Just…what I heard,” he added, almost apologetically.

“Started to shrink?! What the fuck?” laughed John. “Like, they…uh…they get shorter or something?” 

“I mean…” said Lane, blushing a deeper red, “yeah.” 

John’s brow creased and he looked around at the other guys with a big open-mouthed smile on his face, inviting them to share in his incredulity. But the others weren’t meeting his eyes. Instead, they were all looking down or to the side, as if embarrassed. John looked back at Lane. The shy guy was an easy target. “Come on Lane, you seriously believe that kind of shit?”

“I heard something similar,” said Eric.

“Me too,” added Keith. John was beginning to feel ganged up on, and he defended himself with more laughter. Internally he was feeling annoyed — how was it that he was the only one in the group who hadn’t heard any of these rumors? He irrationally felt that someone had been keeping secrets from him. But he kept laughing, and the annoyance evaporated. 

“You guys…haha…you guys know how ridiculous you all sound right now?” 

“Well, just be careful, I guess…is all I’m saying,” said Eric. 

Hours later, as John walked up to the sorority house, he had to chuckle again to himself. These guys would believe anything…seriously. Although he had to admit, the Kappa Gamma Delta house did look a little spooky; and the music coming from inside did sound pretty weird; and the way the full moon appeared to blend seamlessly with the arched and angular trees in the sorority yard did look pretty ominous. But John laughed it all off — he was being ridiculous if he let any of these rumors get to him. 

He ascended the steps of the house, and once he reached the front porch he was immediately greeted by two sorority sisters, one on either side of the front door, who rose up out of the chairs they had been sitting in. John felt his breath hit a wall for an instant — these two women were huge. At 6’1, John was no slouch himself, but both of these women rose up well past his own height, and John found himself in the unusual and awkward position of having to look anywhere but forward. He wanted to avoid looking directly into their impressive breasts. 

“Hello there,” said one of the women officially. “Do you have an invite to the party tonight?” 

“Uh…yeah, yeah I do,” said John, trying to sound as natural as he possibly could. He managed to look up into the women’s faces. They were both startlingly pretty. The one who had spoken had a long waterfall of hair, dyed silvery-white, that reached her lower back, while the other had long black hair that framed her pale face. Both women were looking down at him with slow penetrating gazes. The woman with the white hair had hazel eyes, while the eyes of the black-haired woman were like coals…together, the two of them formed a striking yin-yang of dark and light. John swallowed nervously. On top of being much taller than him, he could see from the way that their bodies were almost bursting out of their form-fitting jeans and t-shirts that these women were lusciously curvaceous. In fact, as he stood there beneath them, he couldn’t recall ever seeing any women this tall actually be so proportional and voluptuous. They were both wearing black leather platform boots that augmented their already-statuesque figures. John felt his heart start to beat faster as sweat began to dot his brow. 

“Who invited you?” asked the white-haired woman coolly, arching her eyebrows down at him. 

“Uhh…uh, Harper,” he said. The two women exchanged glances. John immediately realized that these women were the “muscle” of the party…or at least, that’s the way it seemed. That’s why they were probably so big, he reasoned…to intimidate and scare off any random drunk guys who showed up to cause trouble. John began to feel himself warming inside himself; he had an “in” — he had Harper. He couldn’t wait to see her. 

“So you’re John, huh?” asked the dark-haired woman, putting her hands on her big hips as she peered down at him. 

“Uhh…yeah,” he said, surprised that she knew his name. Almost immediately, though, his insides warmed further. They knew his name — that could only mean that Harper had been talking about him. He was already known. He felt himself straighten up to his full height as he puffed his chest out proudly. “Yeah, that’s me,” he added with a confident smile. 

“Well how about that,” said the dark-haired woman, cracking a smile. She suddenly held out her hand. “Pleased to meet you, John. I’m Ariel.” 

“Uh, p-pleased to meet you Ariel,” said John, taken aback by this sudden casual extension of friendship. He reached out and shook her hand, and was immediately struck by how big and warm her hand felt. It surrounded and squeezed his with a patient and undeniable strength. 

“And I’m Nora,” said the white-haired woman, extending her own hand likewise. 

“Hi Nora,” smiled John, shaking her hand and once again feeling the warm strength of a hand much larger than his own. Just as Ariel’s eyes seemed almost jet-black, Nora’s seemed such a pale hue of hazel that they seemed almost white. If John had not been so eager to see Harper, he would have gawked longer at these two megalithic women. They looked almost otherworldly.

“Well, I can see that you’re excited to go inside, and we sure are excited to have you here,” said Nora, smiling down on him. She gestured to the front door. “Why don’t you go on inside?”

“O-ok…ok, thanks!” said John. He smiled up at the two towering women and walked in between them, feeling even smaller as he passed by. He couldn’t help but grin as he turned the doorknob. He had just received exclusive access to one of Kappa Gamma Delta’s mysterious, notorious parties, where lesser men were afraid to go. That was probably what all that talk of “being smaller” was about — those two girls were enormous! And not to mention drop-dead gorgeous! And they already knew him…he was already a known entity around these parts. John’s grin spread as he moved to push open the door. This was already shaping up to be a good night. 

He opened the door and paused a moment on the threshold. This party was definitely weird. For one thing, the way that everyone was moving was unexpected and…bizarre. At every other part John had been to, people had been drunkenly dancing, holding their hands up and moving their bodies in ways that you would expect when people lose their inhibitions. But this party was different. Yes, people were swaying and dancing to the strange, deep synthesizer music, but it looked more like they were performing some sort of elaborate ritual than anything else. Their movements were slow and purposeful, and they looked almost studied…like they had been practiced many times. John also noticed a second later that almost everyone dancing was female. The guys who were there seemed to be standing around, their eyes lost in the movements of the rhythmic undulations of the women. 

The second thing John noticed was the size disparity. Almost all of the women there were…tall. And big. Some of them were really big. And almost all of the guys looked short. And small. John felt his eyes strain and his eyebrows crease together as he scrutinized the room. Yes, there was no doubt about it. Left and right, as far as he could see, there were tall voluptuous women, many of them actually taller than him, walking around, dancing, gyrating, and otherwise moving their thick curves. And that was another thing — these women weren’t just tall. As with Ariel and Nora outside, all of these girls were thick and curvaceous, and anywhere John looked, his senses were assaulted by the thick ripple of curving hip flesh, or the sway of oversized asses, or the bouncing of ample breasts. He felt his eyes go wide as his dick started to harden in his pants. These women were incredible! 

Deep purple strobe lights crawled across the floor and up the walls, occasionally illuminating the grand unlit chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. Somewhere a fog machine must have been going, because a ghostly mist was creeping and hanging low to the floor, hiding the lower legs of the partiers. Actually, as John continued to look around, he noticed that the mist was only hiding the lower legs of most of the men. As far as most of the other women were concerned, their knees rose above the mist. John was puzzled — he saw a few normal-looking girls, and a few normal-looking guys as well, but overall, the unusual height and size disparity between the men and women was enough to give him pause. His mind shot back to Lane’s shy flushed face as he blurted out the rumor he had heard. He remembered the serious faces of Eric and Keith…was there actually something to what they had warned him about? Was there actually something going on here? 

“Having second thoughts, John?” came Nora’s amused voice behind him. He turned around to see the two women smiling down at him — he realized that he had been standing in the open doorway for several moments, and that these two huge women were clearly entertained by his frozen posture. 

“Aww look at him Nora,” said Ariel warmly through her smile. “He probably hasn’t been to a party before. Certainly not one like this!”

“Ive…I’ve been to parties!” retorted John as he tried to laugh. “I was just…uh…I was just…getting my bearings, is all. It’s, uh…it’s pretty dark in there, haha!”

“Uh-huh,” said Ariel, smiling wider. “Well go on in there, shorty — we don’t wanna let all the cold air in!”

“Shorty!? Hey!” he protested through his laughter as Ariel stepped up to him. “You can’t call me “shorty!” I’m 6’1!”

“Well, I’m 6’6,” said Ariel, drawing herself up as she looked down her chest into his face. “And I’m 6’10 in these boots, so you look pretty damn short to me!” 

John tried to continue his objections, but Ariel just started laughing as she gave him a playful shove in his chest. He reeled back a few paces, momentarily stunned by both the feel of her big hand and the easy force with which she shoved him. He stumbled backward over the threshold as Ariel slammed the door shut, still laughing. John shook his head as he righted himself, smiling despite Ariel’s playful insult. 

‘Well that’s a first,’ he thought as he stared at the back of the closed door. ‘Never been called that before.’ 

“John!” came an excited and high-pitched voice. He turned around quickly as he felt his heart leap a little in his chest. Harper was making her way to him hurriedly through the mist. She looked absolutely delectable in her short black dress, and John could see that she had put on red lipstick that accentuated her dark auburn hair. Harper looked so good that John had a slight moment of insecurity — was he underdressed? Did he look too haphazard and casual? Would she think that he didn’t think she was worth looking nice for? All these thoughts flashed through his brain in an instant, but they all melted away into his subconscious when Harper came up to him and flung her arms around his neck.

“H-heyy!” he said happily, a little surprised at how excited Harper seemed to be to see him. He smelled a kind of spiced incense in her hair, and from her warm body came a pleasant, woody, almost creamy scent that, if John had known, he would have identified as sandalwood. He squeezed her body lightly, delighting in her exotic smells, and feeling pleased that she had obviously spent so much time doing herself up for him. 

“So glad you came!” she said brightly, leaning back out of the embrace and bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet.

“Wouldn’t miss it!” he said as he looked down at her. He felt warm and somehow reassured by how much taller he was than her, even though their height difference was not something that he had particularly noticed before. “Pretty, uh…pretty interesting party you guys got going here!” John tacked this last little statement on at the end after a moment’s pause. He hoped that he didn’t sound too out-of-sorts, but he felt like he had to at least acknowledge the oddness of what he had seen so far. He was secretly hoping that Harper would openly acknowledge the blatant male-female height and size differences that had stood out to him. 

“Oh yeah, we know how to have a good time here!” laughed Harper. John felt her small hand ensnare his as she started pulling him deeper into the party. “Come on! You’ve gotta try the Pink Panther!”

“The what?!” laughed John as Harper pulled him past an amazonian woman who looked every bit as tall as Ariel and Nora dancing with a short, scrawny, long-haired man who couldn’t have been much taller than Harper herself. What’s more, John couldn’t help but realize that, despite her petiteness, Harper almost definitely weighed more than this guy. He wasn’t even really “dancing” with this gigantic woman anyway…he was more just following her movements and standing there while she loomed over him, making elaborate passes in the air over him before turning around and getting low to the ground, shaking her huge hips and ass in his face. John glanced down and saw that this tiny guy was hopelessly tenting an erection through his pants, and for an instant, John became aware of the blood rushing into his dick too. But a moment later he just felt sorry for the guy.

‘Poor dude,’ he thought as Harper pulled him by. ‘He doesn’t stand a chance with her.’ He didn’t have much time to dwell on this scene, though, because Harper was answering his question, raising her voice over the din of the party. 

“Pink Panther!” she cackled playfully. “It’s Crystal Light and vodka! And…you know…a few other things.” 

“Wooowwww!” chuckled John. “You guys don’t mess around here, do you — haha oh my god!” They had reached the punch bowl, immense and polished silver, which appeared to be guarded by another enormous amazon. This one looked even tougher than the other ones, even though she was still strikingly beautiful. Her ears were lined with countless piercings, and the silver studs in her nose and eyebrows glinted and flashed like rhinestones in the low party light. She had deep green eyes and olive skin that complimented her buzz-cut brown hair. John could hardly believe that there could be so many massive bombshell women all in one place. Was this a volleyball sorority or something!? Was Harper like one of those shorter team members who set up her taller teammates for the kills in the games? 

“Oooo this is John, is it?” asked the amazon, her green eyes flashing down at him through the purple smoke. John looked down and saw that, in addition to having a vigorously curvaceous figure, she also was wearing black platform boots. 

“Yep, this is John!” chirped Harper happily. “John, this is Vera. She’s one of the older sisters here.” 

“You make it sound like I’ve been around here forever, Harper!” chuckled Vera as John felt the life squeezed out of his hand by a larger, more powerful female hand for the third time that night. “I’m only 20, you know! Soon you’ll be right here, just like me, tasked with watching over our precious bowl of Pink Panther at parties.”

“Haha, I can only hope so!” said Harper, grabbing what looked to be an intricately-carved wooden goblet from beside Vera on the table. John was busy registering that this colossal behemoth of a woman was only one year older than he was. John was a freshman, but his 19th birthday had been in August. For some reason, he had assumed that all the massive women at this party were a good deal older, like at least 23 or 24…although he now realized that this was a silly thought to have had. This was the Kappa Gamma Delta sorority house! Of course everyone here was around the same age! He felt a creeping sense of something uncomfortable rustling inside him, and he looked up at Vera, who was smiling at him warmly. Her green eyes seemed to flash in the purple light, and he felt a stab of some kind of energy surge through his cock. He quickly recovered, though, because Harper was handing him the wooden goblet of bright pink drink. 

“Here you go, mister!” she giggled. “The famous Pink Panther! I’m just gonna ladle myself out some, and then we can cheers!” 

“So…Crystal Light and vodka, huh?” asked John, grinning as he smelled the drink without thinking. Although the smell of pink lemonade mix was unmistakable and mostly neutralized the vodka smell, he was getting a whiff of something else. Something metallic. 

“And a few other things,” said Harper again, smiling as she scooped out a goblet for herself. 

“Haha…yeeahhh….um, what other things?” chuckled John, trying to sound easy and casual. The last thing he wanted was for all these gorgeous women, big and small, to think he was some kind of a pussy. 

“If I told you, you wouldn’t drink it,” said Harper, winking at him. John caught her eyes shooting up to Vera’s for a moment, before settling back on his at a lower level. He felt his stomach churn; something wasn’t right. 

“Uhhhh,” he said, not knowing what to do. 

“Come on silly, don’t worry about it — hey, I’m drinking it too!” laughed Harper, holding up her goblet. “Come on, let’s cheers!”

“Hah…ahhh….ok,” said John, making up his mind in an instant. Harper was drinking the same stuff, after all. Seriously, what was he afraid of? All those stupid little rumors from the other guys were starting to get to his head. He straightened up and smiled, holding out his goblet. 

“Ok, cheers…to…ummm — ?”

“To Fall!” said Harper, intoning her voice deeply, as if she was speaking something sacred. 

“Oh god, yes! Amen to that — it’s been waaayyy too hot lately!” agreed John. “To Fall!” 

They clacked their goblets together and they both drank deeply. As he lowered his goblet, John noticed that a number of the other amazonian women had turned to look at him. Or at least, that’s what he perceived. A moment later everyone seemed to go back to their normal party business. He shook his head — boy, those rumors really were making him feel crazy. He looked down at Harper and smiled, delighting in how cute…no, how ravishing she looked. And the way she was looking at him, it was going to be one hell of a night. 

“Oh man, that stuff is great!” he said, and took another deep draught. 

“I know, right!?” smiled Harper, taking another big long drink herself. Within a minute, the two of them had finished their drinks, and John was about to ask for more when Harper grabbed him again by the hand and whisked him onto the dance floor. The music had increased in both bass and tempo. 

“Come on stud, let’s dance!” she called, her dark auburn hair whipping around as her hazel eyes gleamed back at him sexily through the purple fog.