iVortex - Chapter 6

Chapter 6 -14%

Erina lead Cameron into a study with a large desk stacked high with books and papers. “This is my coursework,” Erina explained, gesturing to the desk. “You can use this space, but I expect straight A’s”. She put her hands on her hips and fixed Cameron with a haughty stare. “Think you can handle that?”

“S-sure, b-but...” Cameron swallowed nervously. “We never discussed p-p-p-payment.”

Erina frowned, and took a step toward Cameron. She was at least twice his size and the dangerous look in her eye made Cameron stumble backwards. He bumped against the door and spun in time to see Erina’s hand dart past his head to lock it. “Cam,” Erina said softly. “I can call you Cam, can’t I?”

“S-sure.”

Erina leaned in, her perfume surrounding Cameron in a cloud as blond locks of hair swung forward and dangled to either side of his face. “Do you like me?” she said sweetly, her breath a minty breeze on his cheek.

“Y-yeah.”

Cleavage swelled up from Erina’s lowcut top, plumped by the subtle pressure of her arms. “And you want to get to know me better...” Erina’s voice dropped to barely above a whisper, “Don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Cameron nodded, too stunned to say more.

“Then kiss me,” Erina breathed into his ear.

Gobsmacked Cameron leaned in to kiss Erina’s plush, inviting lips. She pulled away. Cameron stumbled forward, overbalanced and Erina caught his shoulder with her hand. Her hair swished back and forth in waves as she shook her head no. “Not there,” Erina purred. “That’s where lovers kiss, we’re… Something else. Something special,” she explained, while guiding him back to the desk. Erina hopped up onto the desk and the wood creaked beneath her voluptuous bottom. She spread her legs and tapped the space between them, “Kiss me here.”

Cameron’s pulse raced, he wasn’t clear on his baseball analogies but he was pretty certain Erina was skipping a base or two. Was she really inviting him to… Erina popped the button on her designer jeans and slid them down to mid thigh in one smooth motion revealing a pair of lacy red panties. Cameron gaped, too stunned to move. Erina smiled knowingly and said, “You’ve never kissed a girl like this have you?”

Cameron shook his head no, too amazed for words. He was locked in a room alone with THE Erina Vanderbilt and she was… She was moving the panties to the side! Cameron’s heart stopped for a painful moment as Erina revealed the bright pink conch of her sex. Even her vagina was beautiful, pert outer lips made an inverted teardrop shape and revealed a deeper pink crevice that glistened wetly. A soft peach fuzz fenced the perimeter of the delicate lips, so that her pussy seemed like some exotic tropical fruit. The hooded nub at the apex of all this was important, Cameron knew, but his mind was racing so fast he could not have said why at that moment.

“Do as I tell you,” Erina said, beckoning Cameron closer. His feet carried him forward as though they had a mind of their own. When he got close enough to touch her perfect skin Erina ordered him to his knees, and Cameron quickly obeyed. From mere inches away he could smell the tang of her arousal. “Kiss it,” Erina ordered. Cameron’s penis surged to attention and he leaned to place a delicate peck on Erina’s pink slit. Soft, wet, and warm it was not unlike kissing the inside of a fruit that had been left out in the sun. She smelled so delicious. 

The desk creaked beneath Erina’s huge body as she shifted her weight. Her thighs were walls of firm feminine flesh to either side of Cameron’s head, blocking out most of the light. Fortunately his target was large, Erina’s sex was in perfect proportion to the rest of her body; very large. The lips were tall enough to swallow the better part of his face.Shivering with arousal he kissed her again. 

“Use your tongue,” Erina insisted, spreading her legs wider across the desk. The lips of her pussy parted ever so slightly and Cameron was quick to run his tongue over its smooth, fleshy surface. Erina twitched, ass raising slightly off the desk before she relaxed. For the next minute she alternately told him where to kiss and lick her pussy until she seem to grow frustrated, even bored. Finally she simply said, “Pleasure me.”

Cameron tried twice as hard, licking and kissing passionately, overwhelmed and dizzy from the thrill of finally having Erina’s sexual attention. Erina was not so thrilled. The harder Cameron tried to please her the less her heavy her breathing became, the scent of her pussy diminished, and before long it seemed like most of the wetness was his own saliva rather than Erina’s juices. Her foot on his shoulder shoved him away. Cameron lost his balance and sat down hard on the floor, his rear smarting. 

Far from aroused Erina’s expression was one of pure disappointment. “It was too much to expect you to be any good at this, I guess,” she said.

Shame burned Cameron’s cheeks, “I-I’m sorry.” Erina seemed unmoved by his apology and he added in a rush, “I’ll do better just give me another-”

“No,” Erina said stifling a yawn. “It’s too much for you to serve me this way, I’ll have to think of something else.”

“Please, let me-”

“I said no,” Erina said, irritation replacing disappointment. With a quick motion she snapped her panties back into place and hopped off the desk. Cameron fell back on his hands, cowed by the seven foot tall girl suddenly looming over him. Erina finished buttoning her pants and frowned down at Cameron. “What made a virgin like you ever think you could date me anyway?” she asked. 

Cameron’s phone vibrated in his pocket, startling him before he replied, “I- uhh, thought that you are pretty and I... Maybe if I uhh...” Cameron trailed off, unsure of what to say. His plan had been to impress her with the alien machine and make the world more like he wanted it to be, but things had- apparently- gone horribly wrong.

“Well?” Erina demanded.

“I’m good with other stuff,” Cameron said defensively.

“Yeah?” Erina said skeptically. “Well, I am employing you so I guess you must be good for something.” Her large foot tapped thoughtfully for a moment before her face brightened and she said, “I know, why don’t you serve drinks and attend my guests at the party tonight?”

“B-but I was going to be a guest I thought?” Cameron said uncertainly.

Erina sighed. “Well, I was going to give you another chance to lick my pussy but if you’re not interested…”

“I’ll do it,” Cameron said quickly. “I’ll serve drinks or whatever you need.”

Erina’s smile appeared quickly as though her displeasure had only been an act. “Wonderful,” she said. “You have to do a good job though, I don’t want to hear any complaints from any of the guests. Manage that and I’ll give you a second chance.” Cameron nodded and Erina began to leave the room but stopped in the doorway. “You can spend the rest of the time before the party doing my homework in here. And just so you know the party is supposed to last four hours, but usually people don’t finish clearing out for another hour or two after that.” Erina glanced at the clock before continuing, “So to be clear you’ve got two hours to do homework, then another six or so of serving guests and assuming you do a good job I’ll let you lick my pussy, understood?”

Erina’s hand covered her mouth and her shoulders shook. Was she laughing? “Got it,” he said, feeling like he had been left out of some inside joke. His phone vibrated again and when Erina closed the door behind her he checked it. No new messages, but the display on the alien app had updated. 

It read: 14. 

***

Cameron dodged between bodies much larger than his own, carefully maneuvering the drink tray so as not to spill any. The party was well underway but he had not seen Erina or any of the girls since it had begun. The ballroom was packed with people from the school and other friends of Erina’s. Overhead multicolored lights strobed the room painting the crowd of people around him in dizzying blues and reds. At both sides of the room sets of stairs lead up a second level. A sort of VIP section had been roped off, because apparently even being invited to one of Erina’s elite and exclusive parties did not guarantee access to her inner circle.

The bottom floor was almost entirely a dance floor except at one of the room where a bar was set up for ordering specific drinks. Cameron had been tasked with running generic cocktails out to guests, and he was quickly beginning to hate the job. No one on the dance floor watched where they were going and he got knocked over twice trying to slip through the crowd. Fortunately both of those times the drink tray had been empty.

Now his tray was full, and the crowd was thicker than ever. A girl with lowcut jeans swayed into his path and Cameron stopped quickly, pulling the tray into his chest protectively. The girl’s partner danced her towards Cameron, and he stepped back only to bump into someone else. He was trapped, and the girl- she started to grow.

The band of the girl’s bra is what gave it away; one second Cameron was looking down at the row of hooks poking through the girl’s thin shirt and and the next it was rising up towards his eye level. Unlike before the change was slow, but people were all around him- and they were getting bigger. Panicked, Cameron backed away and immediately bumped into someone else. “Watch it, twerp,” he heard someone say before he ducked to the side, desperate to escape the press of bodies on the dance floor. Music pounded in his ears, a deep steady bass that seemed to pulse everyone around him incrementally larger. 

Lights strobed across Cameron’s eyes, momentarily blinding him. When his vision returned everyone was slightly larger again. Hands reached out to snatch drinks off his tray but Cameron kept moving, he had to get out. Finally a gap opened between a pair of shoulders and Cameron dashed back to the bar, spilling a portion of his drinks across the tray. The liquid pooled and dripped from the rim, reflecting bright flashes of light. A hand caught his shoulder and Cameron found himself looking into the eyes of a familiar face. A guy from one of his engineering classes... Rob? Ron?

“Hey,” Rob/Ron said, “Everything okay?”

“Fine,” Cameron said, brushing Rob/Ron’s hand off. His heart pounded frantically, twice the tempo of the music’s steady beat. “I just… Need some air,” he said.

Rob/Ron stared at Cameron for a moment then shrugged. “Alright,” he said, and turned back to the bar. Cameron was already searching for the exit and noticed a service door tucked behind the bar. Rob’s shoulders were already beginning to rise over his head, he had to get out. He needed to get back to the machine and fix whatever was happening. Girl’s getting a bit larger was okay but everyone around him was becoming huge. The room had already gained a few inches since the start of the change and there was no sign of stopping. 

“Cameron!” a familiar voice shouted from the balcony above him. Cameron froze halfway to the door and turned. Erina was grinning down at him with a cocktail hanging from an arm she had draped over the balcony. “Get up here, a guest needs assistance!” Torn between wanting to fix the machine and wanting to keep Erina happy Cameron remained frozen for a long, confused moment before Erina shouted, “What are you waiting for, hurry up!”

“C-coming,” Cameron stuttered. Everyone in the room had already gained another half inch. He ran over to the stairs and had to wait for a buff bouncer-type to let him past the rope so he could take the stairs up to the VIP area. Fortunately Erina had provided all the staff with shirts or he would have been rejected like a few other hopefuls he’d seen earlier in the night. Erina’s ‘VIP security’ was the real deal, and they were becoming more intimidating by the second. 

Cameron made it to the top of the stairs and saw Erina was far from alone. She sat resplendent in a sleek black dress at table with five other people. Two of them: Yumeko and Leona, he was familiar with. Leona appeared to be dressed in her regular clothes, apparently she was not much for partying but Yumeko had on a clingy asian style dress with a deep slash that revealed one statuesque thigh. The other two were unfamiliar college-age guys with slick hair and even slicker smiles. Rich kid types that were used to getting whatever they wanted. Yumeko was standing because a chair was missing from the table, or so Cameron thought until he spied it lying on the floor with something wet spilled across it. 

“Butterfingers Brandon here spilled his drink on Yume’s chair,” Leona said, “So she needs a new one.” Cameron looked around the balcony area but there were no other chairs in sight. Maybe he could just clean Yumeko’s off? He grabbed the towel he’d hung on his waistband and knelt next to the chair to begin cleaning it off while the coeds rejoined their conversation. 

“Clint,” Erina said, “You were telling us about your family or something?”

“Yeah,” Clint replied. “We’re opening a new factory in Nevada so I’m getting a place in Tahoe for the winter. I thought you girls would like to come out and party sometime? The skiing is superb.”

“Yeah nothing excites me more than the thought of two planks strapped to my feet,” Erina said sarcastically. “I’ll pass.”  

“Sounds fun,” Leona said in a way that indicated she did not really care one way or the other.

“I don’t ski,” Yumeko said softly.

Meanwhile, the drink wasn’t coming out of the chair very well. The towel had soaked up the moisture but whatever had been in the cocktail was causing the entire seat to be sticky. Cameron finally stood up to tell Yumeko as much only to find the six foot plus Japanese girl had become a seven foot plus Japanese girl. “It’s… st-still st-sticky,” he stuttered. Yumeko frowned but it was Erina who answered.

“Remember what I told you about keeping guests satisfied,” Erina warned.

“Oh hah!” Brandon barked a laugh. “Is this that guy you were telling us about?” Cameron did not like the sound of that, but was not sure how to respond. He was not sure how to keep Yumeko satisfied either. He looked at her, silently pleading to be let off the hook.

Yumeko subtly shook her head and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. “I only need a place to sit for a couple minutes to finish my drink,” she said demurely with a little pout. Cameron watched in mute fascination as Yumeko slowly gained another inch in height. Her tits gradually climbed above his eyes and swelled larger. Her bust was close to the same size Erina’s had been before anyone had grown. Yumeko pointed to the floor and Cameron looked down then, seeing nothing of interest on the floor, back up at her in confusion. Yumeko sighed and snapped her fingers expectantly. 

Cameron realized with a jolt that she wanted him to get down on the floor? He glanced back at the table but Erina and the others had already moved on in their discussion and forgotten about him entirely for the moment. Cameron looked back at Yumeko in time to see her annoyed scowl. “On your hands and knees, now,” she hissed. The loud music made certain no one else noticed the radical change in the asian’s demure personality. He shook his head no, eyes pleading with Yumeko not to humiliate him in front of everyone but that only made her angry. With fire in her eyes Yumeko snapped her fingers and again and pointed to the floor. 

There was no way out of this, Cameron realized. If he refused Yumeko she would complain and he would lose his chance to get closer to Erina. Yumeko looked past Cameron at Erina and her mouth opened- she was going to complain! Cameron dropped to his knees and carefully laid his hands against the floor. Yumeko snapped her fingers beneath the table and jerked her hand to indicate where he should move. Cameron crawled across the floor, cheeks burning with shame. And one of the people at the table finally took notice.

“Wow, is he offering to be your chair?” Brandon said.

Erina snickered and said, “He does seem determined to please my guests.”

“Oh I don’t know if I should,” Yumeko said hesitantly, as though the whole thing had not been her idea.

“Oh just use him,” Erina said. “That is what he is there for.”     

“If you say so Erina,” Yumeko said. “I’ll try him.” Cameron could not help but look up as Yumeko stepped over him, flashing a pair of black panties beneath her slinky dress before her butt came down on his back. All down his spine vertebrae cracked and popped as his body struggled to accept Yumeko’s weight. A week ago the petite asian girl would have been an easy load. Now, with more than two feet of height difference between them and the addition of very substantial curves she was more than Cameron could handle. His knees dug painfully into the floor and his arms wobbled. Worse, Yumeko was still growing.

The music’s bass throbbed through the room, the affluent group around the table above him joked and laughed, and Yumeko sipped slowly at her drink while her butt spread across Cameron’s sore back. Then, through the bars on the balcony he saw the something strange begin on the dance floor. A new song with a heavy bass line started and all of the boys moved off of the dance floor leaving an all-female group at the center of the room. Now that they were in two seperate groups Cameron could clearly see the difference.

The girls were larger than the boys. 

He had thought everyone was growing but only the girls were actually getting larger; everyone else just seemed larger to Cameron because he had shrunk. The girls were on average a head taller than the boys and the gap was widening. “Alright!” the DJ exclaimed into the microphone, “It’s time for the STOMP and it looks like you all know what that means, all dudes clear the floor we wouldn’t want you getting hurt. And now, are you ready girls?” A chorus of female voices cheered and two things happened at once: the lights suddenly changed from a multicolored dance to a pure white strobe and the song’s powerful drums kicked in. 

The lights strobed on and a hundred girls lifted up their right leg in a fashion similar to a sumo move. Their feet came down in unison and stomped against the floor in a resounding clap that hit exactly in time with the drum beat. The world seemed to tilt the way it had back at Yumeko’s house and Cameron suppressed a wave of nausea. Yumeko’s weight increase and his joints popped, sweat dripped from his forehead, somewhere overhead Erina was laughing. “I need a refill,” Leona said, slapping her empty glass down on the table with a thunk.

“Why don’t you boys get us some refills?” Erina said.

Brandon laughed as though she was joking but when no one joined in he said, “Umm, seriously? Don’t you have, like, staff for that?”

“Excuse me?” Erina said peevishly. “There are plenty of boys down there that know their place, maybe I should have one of them join us instead.”

“I’m not- I didn’t mean- It’s just you don’t have to treat us like that guy is all,” Brandon said. Cameron could only assume that he was the guy Brandon was referring to. 

“Little Cam knows his place,” Erina said haughtily. “Which is more than I can say for you, now are you going to bring us those drinks or not?”      

“Let’s go,” Clint said quickly, stalling any retort from Brandon. Two pairs of male legs stood and moved away from the table leaving Cameron alone with three distinctly feminine pairs. One of which was attached to an ass that was firmly planted on his back and getting heavier by the second. Yumeko’s legs were already stretched out across the floor because Cameron’s back did not elevate her to the proper height allow bended knees. 

Yumeko huffed irritably and whispered sharply to Cameron so the other girls could not hear, “Straighten your back, worm. If my thighs touch the floor you’re fucking dead.” Friction burned Cameron’s knees as they slid slowly across the floor, pushed apart as his limbs were forced into a wider stance to support Yumeko’s increasing weight. Erina and Leona did not seem to notice or care for his plight, in fact, now that he was serving his purpose as Yumeko’s chair they seemed to have forgotten him entirely.

“You want to go down and dance?” Leona asked Erina.

“No,” Erina said slowly, “I can’t tolerate all those thirsty boys staring at me.”

Cameron could see why they would stare. The dance the girls were performing was primal, an aggressive stomp, slide, gyrate sequence that repeated over and over. Every stomp was punctuated by the room tilting ever so slightly as the girls swelled larger and larger. No one even seemed to notice that they were getting bigger and bigger- looking more closely he saw the entire room was gradually getting larger. Trying to focus on the room as a whole rather than a single point within it made him instantly dizzy and Cameron was forced to refocus his attention on the dancers. 

The song was building towards a climax; a raucous cheer went up from the boys as the girls simultaneously thrust their hips forward. The motion was made all the more suggestive by the girl’s enhanced breasts and wide hips; the growth was not just increasing their height but remaking average girls into buxom bombshells. The dancers suddenly stomped three times with their left feet in time with the drums then ground the balls of their feet into the ground as though grinding an invisible bug into paste. They repeated the move with the right foot and ended in a wide stance, thrusting their chests forwards and releasing a collective ‘HA!’. The song ended.

The boys erupted in whistles and cheers as Cameron’s strength finally gave out. His shoulder wrenched painfully as he collapsed to the ground. Yumeko gripped the table for support and managed to lift her massive rear from his back the moment before he fully collapsed. “Oh my god,” Erina said, scandalized. “Did your chair just break? I am so sorry!” Cameron whimpered in pain.

“It’s okay,” Yumeko said. “I finished my drink anyway.” She looked down at Cameron and smiled. “Speaking of which, be a good boy and go fetch me another daiquiri.” Cameron groaned, the sharp pain in his shoulder had already faded to a dull ache and he rolled into a seated position. What he saw shocked him. Yumeko was over 10 feet tall, but wait- that wasn’t quite right either. Cameron could tell by the size of the table that he had shrunk again so of course Yumeko would appear larger to him. But hadn’t the room been getting larger too? Why not the chairs and tables and everything else. 

Ugh, this is confusing, Cameron thought. I need a stable frame of reference.

Without a measuring tape there was no way to determine how much everyone had grown. From his perspective a 10’ tall Yumeko stood over him and her smile was quickly fading into a frown. Clearly he wasn’t completing her request quickly enough. Cameron leapt to his feet and said, “G-got it, I’ll be right back.” He stumbled away from Yumeko only to back straight into something warm and hard. 

He spun and looked up and up and up. Leona towered higher than even Yumeko, her rock hard body was swollen with muscle and feminine curves- every part of her body overflowing with power. Cameron immediately felt like a mouse cornered by a lioness. Over 11’ of sporty, muscular coed looked down at him. “Are you injured?” she said. 

“I-I’m- I...” Cameron tried to speak but could not find words.

“Come on Leona, does it even matter if the little baby has a boo boo?” Erina said.

Leona shrugged, “If you want your servants to meet expectations you have to keep them in adequate physical condition.” 

“Ugh, you sound like my mother,” Erina said. “Fine, let me see him.” Leona stepped aside and Cameron got his first look at the new and improved Erina. There was nothing that could have prepared him for the towering goddess that wrapped her massive hands around his torso and lifted him into the air as though he were no more than a small child. The ride up to her face gave Cameron a dazzling survey of Erina’s statuesque body.

Erina’s legs were taller than his body, perfectly tapered thighs thicker than his chest swelled into a set of hips that were twice the width of his shoulders. The plain of her abdomen was trim but not muscular and led up into the most spectacular set of tits Cameron had ever seen. Erina’s breasts were massive, dominating the upper part of her torso- two dress-clad torpedos as large as watermelons. Erina squinted at him and said, “He looks fine to me.” Then after a pause she added, “I think he’s staring at my tits.”

Cameron was caught.

He tore his eyes away from the deep canyon of Erina’s cleavage and looked up at her apologetically. Erina heaved a deep sigh that caused her breasts to inflate, nearly drawing his eyes back down to the trap of her cleavage. “Leona, discipline him for me.” Cameron gaped, what?

Leona folded her arms over her chest. “You really should do that yourself Erina.”

Erina laughed, and the tops of her breasts trembled like jello in an earthquake. “But this is what I keep you around for!”

Leona rolled her eyes held out her hand. To Cameron’s shock Erina simply handed him over like he was a cat she was tired of holding. Leona fixed him with a look that was equal parts disapproving and apologetic. As if to say, ‘I don’t want to do this but its your own fault for staring at Erina’s breasts.’ Cameron was agog as Leona sat down and laid him across her lap so that he was staring at the floor over the edge of her thighs.

A shotgun blast exploded across Cameron’s ass and he screamed.

“Mmm,” Leona mumbled. “Sorry, its hard to adjust my strength down enough.” The second spank added to sting from the first but it was a slingshot compared to the buckshot of the first spank. Tears leaked from the corner of his eyes, not just from the stinging pain but the raw humiliation. All three girls were staring at him; Erina with contempt, Yumeko with delight, and Leona with stern resolve. SMACK! Cameron cried out in pain and confusion, why was she doing this? Was it only because he had glanced a moment too long at Erina’s chest? SMACK! His bottom felt like it was on fire, how much longer was she going to spank him?   

SMACK!

SMACK!
SMACK!

Ass going numb from the pain Leona finally let Cameron slide limply off her lap and onto the floor. He looked up at the three girls, but if he expected any sign of pity he was sorely disappointed. “Now, hurry up with my drink,” Yumeko said, seemingly more annoyed at the delay than anything else. 

Cameron hung his head and tears splashed against the floor. This wasn’t a party, it was a nightmare.