Greek Life (and Death) by AurumDistant

What the fuck am I doing? The words ran through Melony's mind over and over, the tiny voice of very-rational fear long since pushed to the back and ignored. The answer was obvious. She was getting into Kappa Beta, the most popular sorority on campus. Unfortunately, being full of rich girls with their parents’ credit cards, the KB house had access to all the latest toys - including a re-sizing platform. This had inspired new levels of creativity when it came to hazing new pledges, none of it good for the pledges themselves. Mel was currently a freshman with a minimal social life and nothing else going for her beyond a pretty face. Fortunately, a pretty face was enough to get a foot in the door, even if she had caught a few of the girls sneering at her lack of designer clothing and such.

Less fortunately, being signed on as a pledge was only the first step, and the hazing had been explained in a brief little 'interview' with the girls in charge. In short, the pledges had to be shrunk - they could choose a size from six inches on down - and sneak into the rival house, the Alpha Kappas… on a panty raid. The shrinking gave a side benefit of disproportionately increased strength, so hauling around tent-sized undergarments was possible, but the pledges were still warned not to get caught, because there was no increased durability to go with it and the Alphas were notoriously harsh on rivals intruding on their sanctuary. Ominously, the pledges were also told not to come back empty handed, "or else." Mel shook her head.

One thing at a time. Right now, she'd been dropped off on the front porch of the Alphas at the end of a party, as the crowd cleared out. She had chosen the time, though not the place. Anything from here on out was her problem to solve. With any luck, half of the girls would be asleep or otherwise out of the way after a night of drinking and fun, but... it only took one finding her to ruin her plans and her night.

Not having been inside the house itself, Melony had only a basic outline of a plan, but it seemed workable to her. She waited just beside the outer edge of the door frame for the right moment - one of the last guests stumbled through the front doorway, leaving it to slowly drift shut behind her, and Mel bolted in behind her for the gradually closing gap. That was the easy part. As soon as she was through, the two inch freshman girl had only a moment to look around and confirm her guess that, like most sorority houses, the front room had a lot of sitting room in the form of couches along the walls. She had to slip along the wall as fast as possible to get behind the nearest one to the door. It was only a few feet away but feeling like she was out in the open made it an anxiety-inducing journey for her. And of course, a few feet was more like a few dozen yards to her. Still, she made it without hearing any exclamations or seeing any shadows loom overhead. She was inside, and safe for the moment. Of course, getting out would be more of a challenge. One thing at a time. She repeated mentally, trying to slow her racing heartbeat as much as anything. It didn't work very well. Now she had to decide where to go from here. Upstairs had the most bedrooms, but the stairs would be a monstrous obstacle to her diminutive stature. The basement had easy access to the laundry but similar issues on both legs of the trip. There were a couple girls with rooms on the first floor, but that was also where the most activity was, currently. Decisions, decisions...

Upstairs. Melony decided firmly, rationalizing to herself, It'll be rough going on the way up, but I think I can work out a quick way down, when I need to get out of here as quickly as possible. Maybe I can figure something out with the panties themselves...  It was going to be a long climb, but it was probably her best bet. After checking both directions for the Alphas, she waited for the room to be temporarily empty, took a deep breath, and took off at a sprint across the space between her hiding place and the couch - perhaps twice the length of her previous dash, but still doable. She had only just made it to the base of the carpeted stairs when a giggling pair of girls stomped by, their shoes thumping the floor hard enough to make her teeth vibrate a little painfully.

That had been uncomfortably close. And now... She peered upward at what appeared to be a four-story stair step. The additional strength at her current size, along with her much-diminished mass, would make this possible, but it would still take a fair amount of time. Time in which she would be extremely exposed to anyone who decided to go upstairs. There was nothing she could do about that, though. After recovering from her sprint for just a moment, she took a firm grip on a handful of rope-like carpet fibers and began to climb.

The first step took only a few minutes to scale, and went by surprisingly easily and without incident. The second followed in much the same way. Then the third. Only... Dear lord, thirteen more to go? She was already regretting her pledge to the Kappas, but it was far too late to back out now. She wasn't even sure they'd let her, given that last ominous warning. So she took another climb, and another. Her hands were starting to rub red and raw from 'rope' burn, but she was halfway up the stairs already so she reasoned she might as well keep going.

She had just reached the peak curve of the eighth step when things went wrong. The floor trembled slightly, then more and more vigorously, as one of the girls downstairs finished her last drink for the night and decided to turn in. Her slightly-unsteady footsteps moved toward the base of the stairs. Mel turned around on hearing this, eyes widening in fear - this was it! Discovery and... whatever came after that!

***BAD END***  
However, the girl likely couldn't see straight, as a result of being sleepy and drunk, and her glazed eyes passed right over Melony without focusing on her. Unfortunately, her feet did not. One of those cute heels slipped off the step above, eliciting a cute little yelp from the girl - and a tiny scream from the much smaller girl it landed on, immediately reducing her to an unfortunate stain that the Alpha pledges would have to scrub at very firmly the next day, with a strong cleaner. Melony never returned to the Kappa house, which didn't surprise any of the girls who had sent her in on her mission. There was, after all, a fairly high mortality rate among pledges. That was half the fun of picking them out!
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However, the girl likely couldn't see straight, as a result of being sleepy and drunk, and her glazed eyes passed right over Melony without focusing on her. Thankfully, so did her unsteady steps, though one of them slammed down an inch from Mel's tiny, trembling form and knocked her right off her feet.

Then the girl was gone, and when Mel's heart started beating again, she almost giggled from the adrenaline rush she'd just experienced. That could have gone worse! The giggling only subsided around when she reached the eleventh step, happily without further incident. The last few were much less stressful, as it was highly unlikely anyone downstairs would see her and no one else had come stomping up toward her by the time she reached the top landing. Leaning against the side of the banister, Mel allowed herself a moment of triumph - the hardest part was over! Probably. She added mentally, with reluctance.

After waiting another minute, listening for any motion on the upper floor, Melony felt it was safe enough to set off along the edge of the hallway, creeping from door to door and praying to anyone that would listen that no one would come down the dimly-lit hall and happen to notice her. Peering into the first door, which was slightly ajar, she saw a girl laying on her bed, fiddling with her phone. A full laundry bin was just visible in the closet, but it would be too risky to try and get to it while the girl was awake. Maybe she could come back this way later, if she didn't find a better option down the hall. She moved on.

One of them -must- be a slob, right? No sorority is composed entirely of neat freaks! Mel thought, though admittedly she had heard that some houses required their new pledges to clean up everything on a nightly basis. The next door was closed tight, but that was one of the reasons she'd gone with two inches as her chosen size - she could just drop to hands and knees and crawl under the door, up to her thighs and elbows in the soft carpet fibers. This room was very dark, no lights on at all. She couldn't tell if there was someone on the bed or if the occupant was still downstairs enjoying herself. There did appear to be a few dark lumps on the floor here and there, though. It was at least possible one of them was what she was after...

It was worth a try. Worst case.... Well, no, she didn't want to think about the worst case, but the most likely negative outcome here would be that the lumps were shirts or shoes or something, and no panties would be available. Honestly, Mel wasn't sure she wanted to haul around used panties the size of a tent, but clean ones were considerably less likely to be easy to access. Crawling all the way into the room, she made her way toward the nearest of the dark hills in the distance.

Tripping over the carpet fibers only a few times, she made it to the pile quickly enough. Running her hand along the nearest ridge made her sigh in disappointment, though. Denim. Definitely not panties. It was possible she could wriggle inside and see if any were within, but it'd be a tough job tugging them free even if she found them.

Setting off for the next heap on the floor, Melony paused for a long moment as footsteps came down the hall. If the owner of this room came in and turned on the light, she was right out in the open and much too far from any cover! Luckily, the footsteps continued on past the door, and her muscles relaxed slightly. The next item was almost the right texture, but much too shaped and firm - a bra, almost certainly. No matching panties with it, either, damn the luck.

***BAD END***
That's when her luck ran out. More footsteps pounded in the hall, and the door swung open before she could react in any way, flooding the room with light - even more so when the girl hit the wall switch. Melony pressed herself into the nearest hiding place - the cup of the bra - and held her breath. Both for reasons of silence and because the scent of sweat was faint but very definitely there all around her. The footsteps were accompanied by muttering under the new arrival’s breath as she walked around her room, setting things down and kicking off her shoes.

Mel hoped the girl would just flop into bed and call it a night, but no such luck - the girl was straightening the room up first, and Mel's hiding place was jolted roughly as the bra was plucked up, crumpled slightly by the clumsy grip, and carried across the room. Mel couldn't help but cry out, but the sound was muffled by the fabric squeezed firmly all around her. The painful pressure only ended when the bra was tossed into a laundry basket in the closet, its tiny occupant flying free into the bottom of it. Soft fabric cushioned her fall, but before she could enjoy that fact more fell from above. A lot more, in fact. The room had been pretty messy, and the girl who owned it was fixing that before bed. Layer after layer of dirty clothing fell down, covering up the tiny girl deep in the bin. Pressing down to make it all fit, the big girl never knew that she was hurting Melony rather badly.

Eventually, the light went out, and the girl went to sleep. Even more eventually, later that weekend, the girl got around to doing her laundry. The injured, dehydrated little Melony went with it into the washing machine, her last sight the sleepy girl doing her laundry before Monday rolled around. Then it was all darkness and torrents of water and violent churning... and then nothing.
******

The third pile, thankfully, was where she hit pay-dirt. It was a silky little scrap of fabric, closer to a thong than 'panties' but good enough. Melony had no trouble tugging it across the floor by one of the strings as thick as her arm, heading for the line of light visible under the door. She'd made it in, found her goal, and now just had to make her escape with the prize. She couldn't wait to be recognized as a full member of the Kappas. She'd damn well earned it, after this ordeal.

Crawling under the door first, she peeked both ways down the hall and then pulled the string under with her. This would be a bit of a tight fit, but she was fairly sure she could yank the underwear through the gap and from there over to the top of the stairs. If anyone came along, she'd try hiding under it - surely a bit of stray laundry in the hall wasn't an unusual sight, she reasoned.

Pausing at the top of the stairs, Mel huddled under the fabric, ignoring the slight scent of... well, of a woman. This part would either be really easy or really hard, depending on how well her slightly-crazy plan worked. Waiting for a lull in which none of the Alphas were walking around downstairs, she tugged the panties over to the top of the stairs, silky smooth outside facing the carpet, and took a deep breath. Here goes nothing!  A quick sprint, a jump onto her knees, and she locked her hands onto the elastic band of the underwear, her momentum carrying the slick fabric right over the edge. At full size, a four story drop would probably have killed her, let alone more than a dozen of them. At this size, though, it wasn't painful at all. That was the good news.

The bad news was, her same lack of mass also meant a lack of momentum. The panties slid lightly over the lip of the top step and fell with a flutter to the middle of the next one, stopping there. "Fuck!" Melony exclaimed in exasperation, momentarily forgetting stealth, her clever plan now looking more than a little foolish. She'd have to do this the hard way, one step at a time and extremely exposed in the process.

The next step went much the same as the first, as did the next. There was a soft little thump of weighted fabric each time, not loud at all, but to Melony's anxious ears each sound was like an alarm pointing to her location with big glaring lights and sirens. -Thump!- Slide-slide-slide -Thump!-

***BAD END***
She had made it nearly to the bottom - the third step! - when the girl rounded the corner from the other room. Fortunately, she hadn't set up her makeshift 'sled' yet, so she was halfway buried under the garment already and just ducked the rest of the way in, huddling down quietly. That could have saved her, except that this girl was the owner of the panties in question, and she stopped and frowned upon seeing them on the staircase. "What the fuck...?" she murmured, in a voice loud only to the tiny, unseen occupant of those panties, as she reached down to grab them up. Her tipsy hand was neither deft nor delicate in doing so, however, and she squeezed the scrap of fabric in a death grip as she shrugged the confusion away and resumed heading upstairs.

Melony, for all her increased strength, was still a fragile little quarter-ounce creature, caught up with the tightly-wadded panties in a strange girl's hand. She hadn't ducked very far in, either, so instead of being tightly packed in a cushioned handful of cloth, she was on the outside of the bundle, squeezed between the silky wall and the warm, ridged prints of the girl's squeezing hand. She tried to cry out, to pound on the curving wall of the finger mashed against her face, anything to get the girl's attention - it was a risk, but better that than certainty in this case. The girl was just a bit too tipsy to pay attention though, and the pressure a bit too tight for Mel to get any leverage for more than a very weak little jab. The hand continued its crushing grip, and Melony felt the pressure increase just a bit too much, her ribs creaking ominously before snapping with an audible CRACKing sound. Audible if she wasn't screaming that last breath out of her tiny lungs into the skin of the girl's hand, anyway. Other things gave way next. Her hips popped and cracked, her arms and legs bent in ways they definitely shouldn't… And without the firm bracing of her bones, of course the softer bits gave in immediately. Mel popped like a tiny grape against the unyielding surface of the girl's hand, liquefied by the crushing grip of a hand that never felt her presence. She left a slightly embarrassing stain on the panties, which were later tossed out, and another stain on the hand which was washed away unnoticed in a morning shower.
******

The stairs went by, one by one, each one that much closer to her goal. She only had two to go. Another quick slide and it was down to one. She was almost out! Only the door stood between her and escape. She... hadn't actually come up with a plan for that part yet. This whole thing was kind of an improvisational plan from step one. She sat there for a moment, staring at the closed door with the dawning realization that she'd taken too long - the party was over, all the guests were gone, and there was little reason for anyone to open that door again tonight.

Her mind was elsewhere just long enough to ruin everything. A shadow loomed over her, covering most of the step she was on, and a very-slightly slurred voice exclaimed at a volume that hurt Mel's tiny ears... "What the fuck do we have here?" Looking up, Melony felt all the blood rush out of her face as she made eye contact with a tall, blonde girl with strands of stray hair drifting freely in the humid evening air, outlined by the ceiling light behind her and looking like a towering, amused, slightly-ditzy goddess. "Ahh, shit, it's pledge week at the Kappas, isn't it? Ha! I shoulda guessed!" The girl grinned wickedly, and then Mel's view of her face was blocked by a gigantic hand that came down and wrapped around her. Tree-trunk-sized fingers curled around her with surprising gentleness, scooping her firmly into the girl's palm. Mel’s stomach dropped away as she felt herself lifted rapidly upward as the girl stood back up from her squatting position, and the hand uncurled once more - partially, anyway - as the girl took a better look at her find.

"Ohhh, silly little girl... you have noooooo idea how much trouble you're in, do you?" Another tipsy giggle from the giant girl, along with a swaying of her hand, made Melony swallow hard and drop to her knees. She looked up at the blonde girl's wide, blue eyes and started a quick appeal to her for mercy or help or... anything. But she only got a few words into it when a massive pressure pinned her flat on her stomach, cutting off the rest of her words. The girl's middle fingertip had curled down and caught her in the middle of her back, threatening to crush her rib cage with just a little more pressure. "Nuh-uh, sweetie, you don't get a second chance. You think you're the first Kappa pledge we've caught doing this? We have allllll kinds of fun with you little pests, and the school board looks the other way so their precious Kappas don't get in trouble and get their parents to stop donating to the school. Meanwhile, we get to do whateeeever we want! So... don't bother trying to beg, sweetie. Just enjoy the ride! Mmmm, but what should I do with you? So many choices..."

***BAD END***
The enormous girl's eyes widened and refocused on Melony as her smile grew. "Oh, I know. I think I'll introduce you to our pledges. I think you'll be suuuper close once you get to know them...~" More giggling, and the hand closed around Melony again. For Mel's part, she was in full-on panic mode, trying to think of a way out of this very bad situation. Unfortunately, she hadn't thought of any by the time the hand opened again - this time, palm-down. The girl had dropped her into a pile of... something. Lots of somethings, of varying textures and all her size or smaller. The room was oddly dark, though a light flickered from one side. "Hey, girls, how's the movie?" her captor asked, high above. The fingers that had uncurled a moment ago grabbed a small handful of the objects up and lifted them away, followed by a loud CRUNCHing, chewing sound. Some sort of trail mix, then. The chorus of younger voices responding with variations of "Good!" and "Sooo great!" suggest a number of girls crowded onto the couch or wherever this was... which meant Melony was probably in the snack bowl for the movie. Oh god. "Well, cool. I'm headed to bed, so make sure you turn off all the lights when you're done, kay? Otherwise we'll make you all clean the floor with toothbrushes tomorrow!" More laughing followed, even if that probably wasn't a joke, and the girl glanced down, winked into the shadowed bowl, and made her exit, leaving Melony in a very bad position.

She tried to climb up the smooth sloping sides of the bowl, to no avail - there was just nothing to grip! And the trail mix was already half gone, so the edge of the bowl was high over her head. The girls watching the movie jostled the bowl constantly, hands sliding along the walls to scoop out their next handful, so her attempts at stacking some of the nuts against the slope were short-lived and futile. She was still trying to come up with a new plan when a hand scooped from the middle of the bowl, grasping greedily around for a few extra M&M's before withdrawing, one tiny girl included in her handful. Melony would have to jump for it, when the girl opened her hand to pluck out a piece. Or at least, that's what she thought she would do, before the hand opened up a little to reveal a wide-open mouth and glistening teeth half as big as Mel's whole body. The girl wasn't the sort to pick and choose - she just tossed the whole mouthful in and mashed the flavors together happily, sweet and salty.

Melony only saw a momentary flash of lighting before the lips closed behind her, a glimpse that revealed the mess of previous mouthfuls all over and between enormous teeth, and a mattress-sized tongue flicking bits to one side or the other for mastication. Her tiny, brief scream failed to escape the confines of the enormous mouth. The girl in question, Candace - 'Candy' to the other girls - made a sudden face as she chewed. Something was a little off about that mouthful. One of the raisins was salty instead of sweet, or something. It tasted odd, but not bad or anything. She chewed extra thoroughly, mixing it all up in a mush and then swallowing, sending the mix of nuts, chocolate, raisins, bone, and blood to her stomach before reaching to grab her next mouthful.
******

***BAD END 2***
The girl - her cheap name tag says "Hello, I'm MADISON!" - yawns sleepily. She had been heading to bed after a night of dancing and drinking, after all. "Ugh, never mind. I don't have the time to do anything fun with you tonight. I gotta crash. I'll just put you on the trophy wall and let the others see you in the morning." A soft chuckle that sounds incredibly ominous in this context is all Melony heard after that, as Madison carried her into the other room and held her up to show the tiny girl her destination. The hearth over the fireplace was the 'trophy' shelf, apparently... and it's enough to make Melony scream as long and loud as her little lungs can manage, until a sharp flick from Madison shuts her up and breaks a couple ribs in the process.

On the shelf were a variety of horrible things - jars of some clear fluid with tiny women floating motionless in the middle... a butterfly case with a series of girls pinned in frozen, stiff positions and marked according to their grade level, from 'Freshman' on up... A handful of vaguely humanoid shapes coated in wax... candle-like, with what looks like twisted bits of hair slicked straight up as wicks. Some of them were half-melted, gruesomely revealing that it was definitely only a coating. "Welcome to your new home, almost-Kappa." the sweetly mocking voice came from behind.

Melony's position as the newest prize was to be on the cork board, exposed and... apparently still alive for some time to come, based on the twitching of the girl she found herself staring at on the board. Her crying and begging had no effect on Madison, who mostly just muttered to herself about how hard it is to be precise as she positioned and re-positioned the pin against Melony’s midsection. A cold burning sensation slid through Mel as the needle was pushed in, followed only after a short delay by the most intense pain she had ever felt. Warm blood trickled down her legs, dripping from her feet down the cork backing. The nub on the end of the pin was flattened out, pressing down over her belly and lower ribs. No way to push herself off of that. Madison grunted, satisfied with her work, and then blew her prize a teasing little kiss.

As she turned to leave, she made one last little comment over her shoulder. "The other girls will see to you in the morning. Try to stay alive for a while. The pledges haven't gotten to see this part of the fun yet!" Her slight nod and a flick of her eyes drew Mel's eyes down to a tray of... implements below her. Sharp ones, tweezers, matches... all kinds of things. Madison laughed as she left Mel behind, turning off the trophy room lights behind her.
******

The girl rolled her head from side to side slightly, eyeing her little plaything with a look of sleepy amusement on her face. Then, to Melony's surprise, she winked and whispered... "You're actually pretty cute. Come pledge for us instead, and stop by my room when you do.~" And before the stunned little woman in her hand could respond, she set Melony out on the front porch doormat. "Oh, and don't forget this!" The panties fell over Melony like a deflating parachute, as the door closed to the dwindling sound of the girl's laughter.

After a long moment of her brain catching up to the situation, followed by her breathing and pulse resuming, Melony staggered to her feet. She had made it. She had made it out, and she had the panties! All she had to do was tug them over to the pick-up point - the tree in the yard out front - and she was done! That would seem almost effortless, after everything that had transpired so far. One more step, with an angled hop down to the grass instead of the paved walkway, and then a slow but simple 'jungle' crawl through the grass, tugging her prize along behind her. On reaching the far side of the tree, she collapsed against the silky, girl-scented fabric, and waited. Only a few minutes later, one of the Kappas came by and quickly snatched up both girl and undergarment, tucking them into a loose sweatshirt pocket as she headed back across campus to the Kappa Beta house.

An indeterminate length of time later, Melony was unceremoniously set on the table in the middle of the Kappa's front room, normally used for beer pong and the like during parties. All around her were the senior members of the sorority, looming tall and beautiful in every direction. The informal leader of the group, a tall brunette named Tiffany, cleared her throat to silence the girls and then turned her attention back down to Melony.

"Well, congratulations, Melony! You did exactly as we asked of you. That's very impressive - did you know only one in three girls usually makes it back from that hellhole? Dumb bitches have good eyes or something, I don't know. So, the good news is, you passed the test!" A brief moment of smiling and even a little clapping in recognition of Melony's achievement followed. "...unfortunately, we only have three open slots this year, and you were the fourth pledge to make it back." Tiffany sighed somewhat melodramatically, as Melony felt her muscles tense up again. "That means the first girl back – Lucy, here," Tiffany nodded at a slender Asian girl on one side of the table, "gets to do the honors. I'm afraid if you're not one of the best, you don't belong here, so... Lucy?"

Lucy nodded, cheeks flushed from the attention, and her hand slid across the surface of the table to snatch up the stunned Melony between finger and thumb. Without making eye contact with the tiny girl who so easily could have been in a reversed position here with a little more luck, Lucy dropped her carefully into a waiting stocking. Melony tumbled helplessly to the tip of the toes, a fifteen story drop that left her only slightly winded when it ended abruptly.

Lucy then leaned back against the wall, while the other girls watched with cruel smiles and glittering eyes, and slowly pulled the stocking on. Melony's view dimmed dramatically, but even so she could see the outline of the Asian girl's slender foot growing and growing, until the vast wall of her warm skin pressed Melony firmly between the stocking wall and Lucy's toes. Melony said something pleading, weak and unheard, as Lucy lowered her foot back down. With everyone watching, there was nothing else to do but finish her task - though she had to admit, there was a bit of an illicit thrill in what she was about to do.

Lifting her heel up, Lucy gently rested her toes and the ball of her foot on the hardwood floor of the living room... and then simultaneously shifted her weight onto it and swiveled her ankle from side to side. She felt a warm gush of fluid between her toes as her delicate little foot snuffed out the girl who had been her competitor. The other girls laughed and mussed her hair and patted her shoulder, giving her all kinds of attention, and she quickly forgot about the unfortunate girl she had just snuffed out. In fact, so did everyone else.