iVortex - Chapter 5

Chapter 5 - 7%

‘Extra’ turned out to be helping prepare Erina’s mansion for the big party. 

Twelve bedrooms, three living rooms, a ballroom, and a host of others too numerous for Cameron to keep track of sprawled atop a hillside in the wealthiest part of town. It was the kind of estate that gets traded between people with connections. Erina’s family wasn’t just rich, they were wealthy and powerful- and had no qualms about flaunting either fact. A trait Erina had inherited in spades. Cameron wondered if her laziness was hereditary too.  

A dozen kegs of beer, and enough hard liquor to supply a bar had been made Cameron’s responsibility. Erina left him with a credit card and a note that listed what he needed to buy along with the message ‘Figure it out’. The credit card solved the money problem and the liquor would require a bunch of grocery runs, but the real problem was the kegs. Big. Heavy. Beer kegs.

The night after the sauna incident Cameron had woken up to find himself even shorter. 4’11” tall, he had measured three times to be sure. The growing girls made sense, he had told the machine to do that, but getting smaller? He could not remember giving the machine any instructions like that and what was really disconcerting is that it did not seem to be affecting anyone else. Only Cameron was smaller.

The kegs weighing down the trunk of his beater were only there because of the generosity of the cashier at the liquor store. He had called one of the stock people to help Cameron load up the car but now that Cameron was parked outside Erina’s palatial estate he had no idea what he was going to do. Guess it can’t hurt to try, he thought. Sliding his fingers underneath one of the oaken barrels he heaved. The keg tipped upwards, angling out of his trunk and Cameron heaved again to shift it up and out. It barely budged an inch. After repeated attempts that left him sweat-soaked and shaky-armed he managed to get one keg balanced on the bumper of his car. 

Cameron glanced over his shoulder and tried to calculate the number of yards to the ballroom. One hundred? Two hundred? Who needs a house this big, he thought irritably, it’s ridiculous. Panting for breath he sagged against his car and the keg wobbled. Cameron’s hands steadied the lip of the keg at the last second before it crashed to the ground and he breathed a slow sigh of relief.

Heavy steps slapped across the pavement behind him. “Need some help there?” a deep, albeit feminine voice called. Cameron turned and saw a seven foot tall girl with an olympic physique stalking towards him. A towel was slung over her shoulder and sweat covered her body in a sheen where it was not protected by a skintight bodysuit. Every inch of her body was packed with muscle. Not bulging with muscles like a bodybuilder with veins standing out everywhere, but rippling with the type musculature that can only come from consistent, strenuous exercise.

She was the ‘after’ photo for someone’s five year crossfit journey. Her abdominals were a tight six pack that protruded slightly from what would have been a washboard stomach. The powerful muscles in her thighs twitched and danced with every step. Her arms were thick and though Cameron could not see any muscles bulging from them he had no doubt they would jump to attention if she flexed. Brushing a strand of auburn hair out of her eye, Leona smiled and Cameron’s heart skipped a beat. 

Leona’s smile was similar to Erina’s in some ways, but at the same time very different. Both displayed a certain superiority, but Leona’s held a note of sincerity that Erina’s often lacked. But it was not sincerity that made Cameron’s heart skip a beat, it was the barred teeth of a seven foot tall predator that triggered his fight or flight response. Leona was a lioness stalking towards him, radiating the power and confidence that comes with the certainty that none are above you. Leona may not have been Erina’s match in beauty, though she was no slouch their either, but Cameron had no doubt which of the two would win in a fight.

“I said,” Leona repeated as she stopped a few feet in front of Cameron, “Do. You. Need. Help?” Cameron’s eyes were level with her firm, muscle-backed tits. 

Realizing he had been staring open mouthed for quite some time Cameron snapped his mouth shut. “Yeah, umm, I sorta do,” he replied self-consciously. It felt pathetic not to be able to carry a few kegs without help but judging from how tired he felt after getting just one out of the trunk he knew there was no way he could manage alone. Better to be ashamed at asking help then suffer Erina’s wrath for failing to do as she asked. “Can you help me get these kegs to the ballroom?” 

“Oh is this the stuff for Erina’s party?” Leona asked rhetorically. “Sure, just point the way.” Cameron heaved a sigh of relief and gave a silent thank you to Erina for not tormenting him the way Erina and Yumeko had. Thinking back, Leona had teased him in the past but she was rarely the one who instigated it, she just played along. Plus he always got the feeling it was harmless teasing from her perspective, there was no meanness to it. More than he could say for either of her friends. “These one’s right?” Leona said and Cameron saw she had already loaded up two barrels onto her shoulders, carrying them as easily as if they had been empty. 

“R-right,” he confirmed and leveraged his own barrel up off the car bumper. “This way,” he said, pointing with his chin before waddling forward with the barrel clutched precariously to his chest. He struggled across the lawn and into the propped open front door of Erina’s mansion. There were normally servants on duty but Erina had given them the day off. Probably to force me to do everything myself, Cameron thought glumly.

Through the foyer down a hall then down yet another hall Cameron lumbered before he stumbled and nearly fell. A large, strong hand caught his shoulder. “Whoa there,” Leona said. “You sure you can handle that, little guy?”

“I can do it,” he said, not certain if it was the truth. His arms were numb, lungs burning as though on fire, and there were two more hallways to go.

“These are going to that big room with the gaudy chandelier?” Leona asked. Cameron nodded, too winded to say anything more. Leona appraised him thoughtfully for a moment before nodding to herself. She said, “Okay, I’ll be right back.” Then set off at something like a light jog, careful not to slosh the barrels but fast enough that Cameron would have had to run to keep up. The moment she was out of sight he sagged to the floor.

His whole body trembled from exertion. Was he really that out of shape or was this a side effect of getting smaller? He breathed deeply until the burning in his lungs went from raging inferno to modest campfire levels of pain. By the time he stood up and started to heave the beer keg up from the floor Leona returned. Cameron lifted the barrel again and took three wobbly steps before Leona had to prevent him from falling again. “Cameron, just let me carry the barrel?” she asked.

“I can do it!” he snapped. Something about her kindness bothered him. She had always laughed along with Yumeko and Erina whenever they had belittled him in the past. Why should that change now? “Did Erina put you up to this?”

Leona’s eyes widened. “What do you mean?”

Cameron glared. “Did Erina ask you to help me so she could make fun of me for being weak? Or was it Yumeko?”

It was Leona’s turn to scowl. “No one put me up to this. If you don’t want my help then fine, I was leaving anyway.” She made it to the end of the hall before Cameron gave in.

“Wait,” he shouted. “I’m sorry. I… There is just a lot of pressure to make sure the party goes smoothly. I don’t want Erina to get upset and I… I need your help.”

Leona paused and Cameron was sure she was going to turn around and say something belittling and mean but she only shrugged. “Sure,” she said. “No big deal.” Leona walked casually back down the hall and Cameron got another look at her superbly athletic body, lithe muscles twitching and swelling effortlessly to carry her seven feet and three hundred pounds of girl power. Without a word she swept him up into her arms, carrying him the way a groom would a bride. The weight of the barrel settled against Cameron’s chest, pushing him forcefully into Erina’s chest and arms.

“Hey!” he yelped.

“This way,” Leona said, “You can say you carried the beer the whole way.” She gave him a conspiratorial wink and Cameron felt himself blush in response.

“I don’t think this is really necessary,” he said but his protest didn’t have any heat to it. Leona ignored Cameron’s words and carried him and the barrel down the hall with no more effort than one would use to carry a load of laundry. 

Even carrying well over two hundred pounds in her arms Cameron could hear the Leona’s easy breathing in the steady rise and fall of her chest. The steady drum of her heartbeat thumped a far more leisurely rhythm than his own wildly racing heart. Leona smelled of fresh sweat and lemon, her auburn hair brushed across skin in tickling little trails that made Cameron squirm; which only served to make Leona clutch him even tighter. The effect was literally breathtaking. Cameron’s ribs creaked in Leona’s vice-like grip and he wheezed painfully until she relented.

“Sorry,” she said casually. “Sometimes I forget my own strength. Try to hold still.” the deep vibrato of her voice rumbled against Cameron reassuringly.

“I’ll try,” Cameron replied. “Your hair tickles.”

Leona giggled, a surprisingly high and girlish sound considering she was a husky-voiced pillar of athleticism. “We’re here,” she said. Before Cameron could glance around Leona flipped him right side up and set him down on the floor.The barrel slipped out of his fingers as gravity took hold and Cameron only barely managed to halt its fall inches from the floor. “Nice catch,” Leona said.

“Thanks,” Cameron muttered, emasculated at having been carried halfway to the room.

Leona must have noticed because she said, “Hey, why don’t I show you a couple tricks?”

“Tricks?”

“With the right routine and some dedication you’ll get strong in not time!” Leona said encouragingly. Without waiting for a response Leona took Cameron’s hand and pulled him behind her through the mansion. Though her grip was gentle the power in her fingers was incredible and Cameron realized if she wanted to hold onto him there was nothing he could do to escape. The thought was both frightening and exhilarating, mostly the latter. In spite of Leona’s history as one of Erina’s catty friends he did not sense anything bad from her. 

Leona brought Cameron to a large room that was filled wall to wall with exercise equipment. For most people a ‘home gym’ meant a stationary bike or a free-weight set; Erina had an actual gym. No wonder Leona comes here to work out, Cameron thought. A few quick strides of her powerful legs brought Leona over to the bench press. “This,” she said, resting her hands on the weight bar, “is almost a total waste of time.”

“Really?” Cameron asked, surprised. Half the guys he knew would only ask about each other’s ‘bench’ to determine strength, and the other half were like him and knew next to nothing about lifting weights.

“It’s fine if you want to show off, but as an exercise its inferior to other exercises. It only exercises the pectoralis major, tricep…” Leona trailed off as Cameron’s eyes glazed over. “Maybe it will be easier to just show you,” she said with a sigh.

“Lie down here,” Leona patted the bench. Cameron nodded and laid down where she indicated. “Okay, now lift the bar,” Leona instructed.

“Shouldn’t there be some weights on it?” Cameron asked. 

“The bar weighs forty-five pounds,” Leona said and Cameron frowned. “Okay I’ll add a little tough guys. Jeez, men and their testerone,” Leona muttered as she racked two twenty-five pound weights on the end. “There, ninety five pounds should be plenty for you. Now lift.”

Cameron pushed up and immediately regretted asking for more weight. Arms wobbling with the strain Cameron managed to push the bar up off the brackets and held it unsteadily over his chest. Leona rested her hands on his chest startling Cameron so badly he nearly dropped the bar. “Easy,” Leona said gently. “These are the muscles you’re working out right now,” she cupped her hands over his chest to show their location. The width of her palms and length of her fingers reminded Cameron of being a child in the doctor’s office being measured, poked, and prodded by someone much larger than himself.       

Cameron pushed the bar upward, arms shaking with the strain. The bar tilted to the side and a moment before Cameron lost control of it completely Leona’s hand snatched the bar, steadied it, and helped guide it back onto the brackets. “Sorry,” Cameron muttered. Leona only shrugged.

“Switch,” Leona said, pulling Cameron up by one arm and taking his place on the bench in one smooth motion. She reached below the bench and pulled up two dumbells, one in each hand and extended them over her chest. Cameron’s eyes widened, the weight attached to each dumbbell was more than he had been able to lift in total. “Dumbbells work stabilizer muscles and give you a more natural range of motion.” Leona explained casually. “Go ahead, feel.”

Hesitantly Cameron extended his hands. Leona nodded towards her triceps and he wrapped his fingers around her powerful muscle, feeling it expand and contract beneath his fingers as she effortlessly completed a few reps. “Here too,” Leona nodded down at her chest and Cameron’s cheeks reddened. She couldn’t really be offering to let him touch her chest… Could she? “Don’t get the wrong idea, little guy.” Leona said. “If you start fondling me I’ll snap your wrists, focus on the muscles.” Cameron tried to maintain his composure and tentatively rested his hands on Leona’s swollen chest. Immediate he could feel the powerful swell of her pectorals bunching beneath the soft padding of her tits. It would have been arousing except he was terrified to move his fingers even the smallest amount. “Check the sides as well,” Leona grunted as the reps started to give her a real workout.

Cameron moved his hand mechanically across her chest in the way someone might move if feeding live bait to a shark and found his pointer fingers resting against the soft curve of Leona’s test while the rest of his hand was exposed to the rest of her powerful pecs. Leona probably had more muscle in her chest than he had in his entire upper body. Leona finally completed her set and stood up and towered over Cameron with a beaming smile. She said, “Next lets do legs.”

The leg press machine creaked gently as Leona’s weight settled onto it. After a moment she pressed her legs down and a thick stack of weights rose smoothly into the air before gliding back down to clink gently against the machine. The hefty slab of plates were easily three times his weight and Leona lifted them as though they were the pedals on a bicycle. Her thighs pumped up larger and larger as they engorged with blood, muscles swelling until the thickest part of one leg rivaled the circumference of Cameron’s torso. She could crush a barrel between those things! “You want to try a few?” Leona asked, snapping Cameron out of his reverie.

“Er, no I’m good.”

“It’s not leg day for me either,” Leona confided. “But pumping iron just feels so good, you know?”

“Not really,” Cameron admitted. “It wears me out and then I hurt like hell the next day.”

“Oh yeah,” Leona said. “In the beginning its like that but it passes quickly and then you’re set. This isn’t even a real exercise, I just like to stretch a bit before I start doing squats.” Stretch? Cameron walked around the end of the machine to check the weight… Leona had a thousand pounds racked up.

Leona noticed his wide-eyed stare and said, “Don’t let the numbers fool you, leg presses are easy. If you want a real workout you gotta do some squats,” she finished with a yawn. “But even talking about squats makes me sleepy, lets do something more exciting.”

“Like what?” Cameron asked hesitantly.

Leona grinned and said, “Let’s wrestle!”

Cameron blanched. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” She was two feet taller, twice his weight, and to make matters even worse he had no idea how to wrestle.

“Oh come on,” Leona urged. “It will be fun. Look, how about I show you some of the basics.

The harder Cameron tried to weasel out of wrestling the harder Leona pushed until she had him literally cornered between the squat rack and a drinking fountain. “Enough playing hard to get,” Leona wrapped her arms around Cameron and lifted him into the air. “Got you, shorty,” she declared happily and carried him over to a boxing ring. A rock hard nipple jabbed into the side of Cameron’s chest and for a moment he felt simultaneously secure and helpless. Then Leona tossed him into the ring. His butt bounced off of the platform and he half-slid half-rolled into the center.

“Hey!” 

“Don’t be a baby,” Leona said, lifting the ropes and letting herself into the ring. Cameron sat up and fixed her with a stern look. “Aww, you’re cute when you’re mad,” Leona said sincerely. In spite of being irritated Cameron felt himself blush. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to break you, cutie.” Leona reached down and affectionately pinched his cheek. It stung, but not enough for Cameron to give her another opportunity to tease. “In fact,” Leona went on. “Since I’m so much bigger than you how about I give you a nice handicap? I won’t use my arms at all.”

“I thought you were going to teach me the basics?” Cameron asked nervously, rising to his feet.

“Yeah yeah,” Leona said. “This is just to see what you’ve got; to calibrate. Now quit stalling and come at me.” Leona put her hands behind her back and beckoned with a quick cock of her head.

Facing down a seven foot tall Amazon should have been terrifying but something about Leona’s casual demeanor put Cameron at ease. If she really wasn’t going to hurt him, why not go all out? 

He charged.

Leona sidestepped and Cameron nearly tripped over her outstretched leg. He managed to shift his weight, scuttling to the side and trying to circle around. Leona pivoted, bending to keep her powerful chest pointed at Cameron as he desperately searched for an opening in her defense. He shuffled forward, testing to see how she would attack. Leona waited. Cameron shuffled forward again.

A massive foot grazed his leg before Leona wobbled backwards. “Whoa,” she said. “This is harder than it looks, kinda throws off my balan-” Before she could finish Cameron charged again, wrapped his arms around her waist and swung his body around so that he was holding her from the side. He might as well have been hugging a pillar of stone; Leona didn’t budge. He shifted his grip to grab a mighty thigh and attempt to wrench it out from beneath her. Instead, her legs began to snap shut and Cameron only barely avoided having his arms trapped between Leona’s thick thighs. He moved behind her to try and push the backs of her knees, he had read or heard somewhere that the back of the knee was a weak spot. 

Only his left arm wouldn’t move. Confused Cameron tugged against whatever was holding him and found that the warmth wrapping his arm was like a carefully tightened vice. He had avoided her thighs but somehow she had still caught him! Cameron leaned back and saw that his forearm was lodged in Leona’s astonishingly strong butt cheeks. Somehow her pert bubble butt had snagged his arm, and she was trapping him in place by simply squeezing her cheeks together. He looked up in shock and saw Leona half turned, grinning like a fiend. “Uh oh!” she said mockingly, and before Cameron could react she spun them both onto the mat.

Her technique was such that Cameron’s arm ended up pinned beneath her ass with one leg over his back and the other under his neck. A moment later her python-like thighs wrapped around his chest and squeezed every ounce of oxygen from his lungs. For a moment Cameron thought she was going to crush him to death but Leona seemed to have finely tuned her strength so as not so turn his body into paste. Just his ego. “Gotcha,” Leona said. She relaxed her thighs so Cameron could answer.

“Big surprise,” he grumbled irritably.

“Don’t be a grouch,” Leona chided. “You had the right idea, you just didn’t know I have an ass that can crack a walnut.”    

Normally he would have written that sort of statement off as silly brag but coming from Leona, he had to know. “Really?” he asked.

“Yeah, well, it’s a bit of a party trick I guess.” Leona said and her cheeks reddened. Caught up in the thrill of the moment she had clearly shared more than she had intended. Cameron gaped in amazement and Leona waved his attention away. “Don’t ask for a demonstration. It ain’t gonna happen, unless I’m piss drunk. Now pick your jaw up off the floor, time for round two.” Leona stood up and reached down to give Cameron a hand up. He took the proffered hand but before he had finished standing someone shouted across the gym.

“Leona, are you distracting my personal assistant?” Erina’s imperious voice was unmistakable. 

Leona turned, presenting Cameron with the huge, firm backside that had moments ago effortlessly ended his amateur wrestling career. Even with Erina approaching it was impossible not to stare at Leona’s taut buns. “Just showing Cam here some moves,” Leona replied nonchalantly.

“I’ll bet you were,” Erina said suggestively. To Cameron she said, “Have you done everything I asked?”

Cameron stepped out from behind Leona, glad that her huge body blocked Erina from seeing he had been checking out her ass. “I still need to sweep the ballroom, but everything else is done,” he said confidently. 

“Hmph,” Erina said, seemingly put out at missing an opportunity to scold Cameron. ”Since I caught you slacking off maybe I should have you clean the toilets tonight, they always get nasty at these big bashes. Freshman can’t hold their liquor.” As a Sophmore Erina was basically the same age but that didn’t stop her from talking down to freshman as though there were lesser lifeforms. Now that he thought about it, Erina talked down to pretty much everyone period. And cleaning toilets all night? Yuck.

“Give him a break Erina,” Leona said, surprising Cameron and Erina both. “I basically dragged him in here and you know this pathetic little pipsqueak can’t stop me.” Leona’s words stung though Cameron could not help but be grateful that she was covering for him; even if it was with the truth.

“Whatever,” Erina shrugged and stepped up to the ring. Even with the added height of the platform Cameron was staring straight into her eyes. Or rather forcing himself to stare her straight into her eyes rather than let his gaze wander down to her massive rack which was poured into a skin-tight tracksuit that put the monumental curve of her bosom on full display. Each swollen orb was easily the size of his head. Shit, he was staring.

Erina fixed him with one of her patented fake smiles. “On second thought I have a better job for you.” Butterflies took flight in Cameron’s stomach. “I’ll be taking my assistant back,” Erina said to Leona who shrugged in response. Erina turned called to Cameron over her shoulder “Come with me.”