[Original author: Power and Lust]

With the barest of pleasantries, Trevor dropped his ass on the couch next to the sorority house with a crash, kicking his feet up expectantly. The outstretched sneakers reached up to the second story of the dollhouse. Vivienne looked imploringly to the Sigma Gammas, who seemed largely indifferent. Some of them seemed more curious and sympathetic, but none were too shocked, or eager to intervene.

Viv turned up to look at Trevor, who was looking back directly at her. Oh God, he’s watching me. What do I do? God he’s sexy…I was shining his shoes, and he knows I was shining his shoes…it’s like a pact, right? A bond? He wants me to do it…I want to do it…What difference does it make if he knows? That means he really wants to be my Master…he really is my Master…suddenly she realized she had walked into the shadow of his rubber heel.

She was dismayed to find that all of her work from the library had been completely undone by the short walk across campus. She began to cry. Was she really that useless? Caring for even a single of his shoes would be a Sisyphean labor. Her coat was gone, lost somewhere among Trevor’s pocket lint. She took off her shirt, and began to wipe at a grass stain with tears in her eyes. She heard a sorority girl snicker from upstairs.

Before long, the hot shame gives way to an intense trance of submission. Time loses meaning as Viv scrubs at the impossible wall of treaded rubber. She may have chiseled at the wad of gum for hours, and felt a partial rush of pride when she was able to partially dislodge it. By the time the first party guests arrived, Vivienne was sticky and exhausted. Her shirt, as well as her skirt, had been shredded to unwearable tatters.

Now the party was in full swing. Viv took the first distraction to take refuge in Sigma Gamma. The air pounds with deafening bass, strong enough to rattle her tiny form. The air reeks of sweat and liquor. Then…smoke?! A meteoric bongcloud drifts through, causing Viv to cough and gasp as she fumbles to the door as a stoned frat bro cackles above.

Outside was even worse. Horny giants fill the dance floor, jumping and flailing chaotically, shaking the floor and torrentially spilling drinks. Viv recognized Amy, a non-shrunk freshman girl from her class, usually a good student but now looking pretty sloppy. Most of the time real women keep their distance from fembugs…virus transmission was rare, but risky. As the alcohol level increases, though, limits become blurrier.

Suddenly the crowd parts as Amy squeals and rapidly dwindles in height! The virus!? No…it’s Shrinktech! A curly-haired giant was holding a resizer and howling in laughter about his prank. It figures there would be Shrinktech at a party like this. Amy, now only two feet tall, squeals and giggles drunkenly as the giant gropes her miniature ass, scooping her into his beefy arms. Viv was vaguely jealous.

She looked to the bathtub-sized shot of vodka which had been laid out for the sorority. Maybe she could use a drink.