Quiz show!

“OK, first question…for our Swedish friend here.” “Norweigan,” Agneta corrected. “Shut up, this is the Delta house, and here I am queen. Another outburst like that, and you’ll be disqualified from the activity, and our sorority.” Agneta nodded. Bethany continued, satisfied, “Who was the third president of the United States?”

Agneta smiled. “Thomas Jefferson.” “Our Valkyrie here is correct. Each of you will need to strip one article of clothing. Let’s say…shoes.” The other three girls removed their shoes as Agneta kept them on.

“OK, Scarlet, what does a numismatist study or collect?” “That’s easy,” Scarlet smiled, “My dad’s friend is one of those guys. Coins.” “That’s correct. Agneta, remove your shoes. Everyone else but Scarlet, any stockings you are wearing.” Jane and Lauren complied. Lauren felt even more self-conscious about how short she was compared to the others.

“Alright Jane, your turn. A palmiped's feet are more commonly called what? “ Janes simply smiled and said, “Webbed feet.” “Wow, that is correct Jane, that was a hard one. Everyone but Jane remove something. Stockings for you, Agneta and Scarlet, and for Lauren…”

Lauren gulped at the pause. Bethany grinned a huge grin. “Your dress.” Lauren hesitated. She hadn’t even gotten to answer a question yet. “Your dress. Now, brat, or you’re out of here.” Lauren tried to remember what underwear she had on, but couldn’t quite recall. Then, it came back to her. It was laundry day, and she had wanted something large and supporting under her dress. She only had one choice left, but it was too childish and frilly. She couldn’t reveal it. “Now, Lauren.”

Lauren slowly unzipped the dress and pulled it up over her head. Before her head had emerged from it, she heard an outburst of laughter. It was the first time the sorority sisters other than Bethany and Heather had made a sound since the games started, and even her fellow pledges were chuckling.

She was wearing a very large-cut, supportive pair of rhumba panties, with lace frills all over the backside. She was about to cry. On top, she had a strapless bra, barely holding in the stuffing that gave her her shape, but no one was looking at that, yet.

“What are THOSE?” Bethanyy half-cackled, half growled. “Want me to show her the door?” Heather offered. “As amusing as that would be, given her state of dress, I’m not sure she’s out of the running yet. She hasn’t even answered a question. Are you ready, Lauren?”

“Yes?” came Lauren’s meek reply. “OK, which British general was killed at Khartoum?” Lauren blushed. “I don’t know that.” “Is that your final answer?” Lauren nodded. “Charles Gordon. Now, what should we have Lauren here remove?” The various sorority sisters shouted their preferences. “Well, Lauren, “ said Bethany, ignoring them, “I think we’ll let you hang on to your dignity a few minutes longer. Off with the bra.”

Lauren didn’t want to strip at all, but if anything, she wanted to remove the humiliating and childish panties. The last thing she wanted to do was show how her upper endowments were a lie. Bethany didn’t know this latter fact, but wanted to prolong Lauren’s wearing of the humiliating panties. “Let’s go, Lauren,” she ordered, “you’re holding up your future sisters!”

Lauren, resignedly unclasped the bra, and as she did so, two foam-rubber pads dropped to the floor. Everyone in the room gasped. Even Bethany wasn’t expecting this, although she smiled, and looked at Tom, who seemed shocked. When his eyes caught hers, she gave him a smile of satisfaction.

Lauren was trying not to look at anyone, but every time she saw someone, they were laughing and pointing at her tiny breasts. She tried turning around, but the frills on the back of her panties brought a renewed wave of laughter. This was miserable for her.

After an uncomfortably long timeout taken mocking Lauren, Bethany resumed the game. “OK, Agneta, who had a 1985 hit with ‘Saving All My Love For You?’” “Whitney Houston.” “That’s correct, everyone else remove something.”

Scarlet removed her poofy party dress, revealing underneath a matching bra and panty set, silky and black, with somewhat transparent stripes running through it as a decoration. Her body was amazingly petite, except for her large breasts that seemed incongruous on her. She didn’t flinch, she was very proud of her body.

Jane removed her blue dress, and revealed some large panties that were cut in a retro design—the 50’s era panties were white, and nearly as big as Lauren’s, but didn’t have the frills at the back. Her bra was also full-cut and white. Jane bit her lip slightly, but didn’t seem as embarrassed as Lauren.

Lauren, however, now had to remove her panties. That meant that nothing would be comparting her soft belly, or generously-proportioned ass. But there was another reason Lauren hesitated. “Do it, Lauren, or so help me, you’ll have bigger things to worry about,” Bethany said, her dislike of Lauren no longer masked in the slightest. Lauren slid the panties over her hips. Her soft belly jiggled into view, and as the panties slid over her hips, revealing her chubby glutes, they also revealed a dark and full patch of hair between her legs.

The room again exploded in laughter at Lauren. “Woah! Have you ever shaved before? At least trim that with a weedwhacker!” Tom called out, causing Bethany to smile wider. This had been a good move for her, making this little brat who kissed her man suffer. But she was nowhere near finished. Walking up to Lauren, she pointed at her crotch, “This is Delta Tau, not a zoo. Deltas do not make habitats for jungle animals between their legs.”

Lauren blushed, thinking she could be no more humiliated than she was now. Bethany knew it was just beginning. Turning to Scarlet, she smiled, “Which TV character saluted companions by telling them to ‘Live long and prosper?’” “Well, that would be Dr. Spock.” “Close enough,” said Bethany, “Everyone but Scarlet here, strip.”

Agneta removed her tight-fitting dress, to reveal a sports bra and matching boy shorts, with athletic-looking stripes on them. Her body was as tall and athletic as Lauren had imagined. She felt totally inadequate in the presence of these women who looked like goddesses to her, and each piece of clothing they removed made her feel all the more childish, chubby, and flat-chested.

Jane removed her bra, and her fabulous breasts fell forward. She momentarily feigned at covering them, until she remembered how lovely they were, and let them hang free.

“Oh, Lauren’s out of clothes” said Bethany, with mock surprise. “Heather, can you do the honors?” Heather picked up one of the cream pies, and approached Lauren. Lauren closed her eyes in anticipation, but opened them when nothing seemed to be happening. That’s when her world went white, as Heather slammed the pie into her face. Lauren had already been the but of all the jokes in this activity, but this was unbearable. She imagined she could look forward to more of this before the night was out. “Can I go now?” she said? Bethany smiled at her in fake sympathy. “But Lauren, the evening is just beginning, we have so many more activities planned for you. And this game isn’t over just because we have a loser. It’s over when we have a winner. So hang in there, future sister!”

“Jane, in Roman mythology, Neptune is the equivalent to which Greek god?” “Poseidon,” Jane responded, confidently. Soon, Agneta had removed her bra and shown her large, pale breasts, and Scarlet’s had also been revealed. “Nice implants, Scarlet. They must have cost a fortune,” Bethany said without irony. “Why, thank you,” drawled Scarlet, “they were a 16th birthday present.” “This, time, I’ll do it myself,” Bethany said, remembering to pie Lauren. She did it slowly and thoroughly, taking pleasure in embarrassing the hapless girl for as long as she could.

When she finished the deed, she stepped back and examined her handiwork for a moment, and then turned to the first competitor. “Back to you, Agneta. What is Canada's national animal? “ “The beaver,” Agneta responded. “Yes,” Bethany confirmed, adding, “and is Lauren from Canada? That’s the hairiest beaver I’ve ever laid eyes on…and it’s a bit too eager.”

“OK, this time, something different. Agneta, you can pie Lauren. I think you’re the winner of the game…once Scarlet and Jane remove their last articles of clothing. Scarlet slid her panties down, revealing a completely hairless womanhood. Which she seemed more confident flaunting now that the crowd had seen Lauren’s unkempt snatch. A few whistles came out of the spectators, and Bethany looked suspiciously at Tom as if she was concerned one came from him.

Jane revealed a bush of black hair, that was much more controlled and modest than Lauren’s enst of tangled hair. But her cheeks flushed a little at the crowd seeing it. Lauren himself was almost unable to take her eyes off it, until Agneta approached her with a pie, and smushed it in her face.

“Agneta is the victor!” Bethany called out, to cheers from the sorority sisters and fraternity brothers witnessing the festivities.

“I think you’re really going to like our next activity, ladies and gentlemen.” It’s time to clean these ladies up, so to speak.

(What does Bethany have in mind?)