[Original author: Power and Lust]

“Don’t stop,” a voice boomed overhead. Vivienne froze, hardly able to resist the command, but too terrified to move.

Shaking, she lifted her head up to meet the piercing gaze of Trevor. He was leaning back and looking directly at her, wearing his trademark cocky grin. Vivienne turned bright red. He had been watching the whole time!! And he seemed to be quite pleased with what he had observed…

He burst into derisive laughter at her expression, causing her to blush even deeper. “Damn teach, I knew you had the hots for me, but I didn’t think you were so down bad. I was just here for some extra credit,” laughing some more. “Glad to see you took my advice about a career change. I could use a shoeshine girl.” He pokes her hard with the rubber toe of his sneaker and she doubles over. No, no, she wasn’t supposed to be noticed, this was supposed to be on her terms, just a fun game! So why does she feel such exhilaration…

“Tell you what, I’ve got things to do, let’s continue this conversation at home.” He leans forward with frightening speed and extends his hand to the floor. “C’mon prof, I need some private tutoring. Let’s go.” Vivienne hesitated. Could she really do this? “NOW.” The grin falters for just a moment. Viv involuntarily lurches forward, unable to control her legs stumbling over the width of his palm. Now the smile is wider than ever as she is lifted away from her sanctuary. His pearly teeth and stubbled jaw fill her vision. “Good girl.” Then darkness as she is plunged into a pocket. The smell of leather and musky sweat. The weight of his heavy wallet crushes her into the fabric as she swings rhythmically with his mighty legs. Abducted, reduced to a possession of her freshman student. Terrifying, yet…comforting…?

They arrived at the Alpha Mu fraternity house where Trevor was a new member. In her wilder undergraduate days Vivienne had some fun nights here. But that was a lifetime ago. Before she became a bug. It now felt much more alien, more dangerous. Vivienne shrieks as Trevor’s coiled fingers extricate her into the harsh neon light.

Prominently displayed in the corner of the living room was a pink plastic dollhouse, seemingly out of place in this den of masculinity. Vivienne recognized it as Sigma Gamma, a sorority which had been assigned to Alpha Mu for safekeeping in the aftermath of the shrinking epidemic. Looking closer, she could see tiny women populating the display, sleeping, working, playing. Some were big enough that they had to hunch over and crawl through the undersized corridors, while others were comically minuscule. As Viv was brought forward, it became apparent that she was one of the smaller ones by comparison, the miniature facsimiles of doors and furniture rising above her. She was released over the front step and tumbled into a heap.

It felt surreal to be at a structure that more closely matched her proportions. But despite the illusion of normalcy, the pink girly habitat was completely overwhelmed by the surrounding manliness. The mighty frat house was a vaulted cathedral in which this terrarium of girls was just a minor collection. A beer can like an oil tanker lay discarded on its side nearby, emanating stale alcoholic fumes. One frat bro had seen fit to drape his dirty soccer socks over the roof, perhaps intended as a prank, or maybe a gift. The intoxicating smell of men was inescapable.

And of course…the looming presence of Trevor peering down at her. She could feel his oppressive grin without even looking.