iVortex - Chapter 4

Twenty years ago some rich graduate donated a gym to the campus and further donations had expanded it to include a fully stocked weight room, tennis court, and olympic sized swimming pool. The most recent addition was a large wooden sauna that could comfortably fit over a dozen people. The problem was that there was only one of them and while a unisex sauna was something of an administrative crisis, students uniformly agreed that the sauna remain as is.  

Cameron had never felt particularly drawn to the custom wooden structure but after a week of fruitlessly beating his head against the wall to figure out the alien device; he badly needed a break. The sauna’s steamy heat sapped the tension from bowstring tense muscles in his neck and back, but not the sting of failure. 

He had been so certain he would be able to regain control of the alien device but he could not find any way to access even its most basic of functions now that it had transformed. There was no app installed on his phone, no menu to activate. Whatever the alien device was doing; it was using the phone’s screen as a display without using any other part of the phone. Which left him with exactly no way of controlling the device. No way of keeping Yumeko from blackmailing him. She had let him go after humiliating him a bit but since then she had been an absolute terror at work. Forcing him kneel on his hands and knees while she stood on his back to reach a high shelf, using his backpack as a garbage can for her half eaten apple, and all sorts of other mean spirited acts meant to humiliate and degrade him. The truth was he was starting to feel like as much of a loser as Yumeko kept telling him he was. Scowling, Cameron splashed another ladle of water over the hot stones and sighed as a fresh wave of steam clouded the air.

Save for Cameron the sauna was empty, but not by chance. He had waited for hours for the last person to leave in the wee hours of morning before slipping inside. He still wasn’t comfortable with the size difference of everyone. Girls were much taller and while boys seemed to be about the same size Cameron had shrunk. It was only a few inches, but he had never been a particularly tall go so a few inches felt like an enormous loss. Girls had gained more, all had gained anywhere from six to ten inches of height, and a cup size. Surprisingly the change was not uniform, some girls definitely had gained more from the vortex than others but Cameron had no theories as to why.

The sauna’s heavy wooden door creaked open and a large, foot slapped against the planks. Cameron’s eyes traced the curve of a shapely white calf up and up to a large, curvaceous thigh that ended just below a red string tied bikini bottom. The girl’s hips flared out dramatically, before tapering into a taut, tight stomach that was already beading with perspiration from the sauna’s heat. There might have been a fine set of ribs above the girl’s seemingly airbrushed stomach except that a large portion of her upper torso was adorned with a monumental, thrusting pair of tits that strained against a matching red bikini top that was at least a couple sizes too small. Pressed together by the too tight triangles of the bikini her fleshy cantaloupes formed a deep line of cleavage that jiggled and bounced enticingly as she finished entering the room.

“Are you gonna stare at my tits all night, creep?” Erina’s voice shocked Cameron from his trance. He looked up and saw her beautiful face had become even more beautiful, the vaguely european lines of her face somehow both sharper and more alluring than before. She looked as though she had been repainted by a man hopelessly in love with her, a man who had emphasized her most elegant qualities. Her body has stirred Cameron’s loins, but her face took his breath away. 

“H-Hi E-E-Erina,” Cameron stuttered.

“Don’t talk to me, slime,” Erina snapped and sat down on the warm bench opposite of Cameron. The wooden bench creaked gently beneath her weight and he could not help but look her body over once again. Erina’s growth put Yumeko’s to shame. Cameron had though Yumeko was six and a half feet tall until he had learned it was his own shrunken perspective that made her growth seem more dramatic. Enough time had passed for Cameron to acclimate to his new height and he was certain Erina was at least six and a half feet tall. Like nordic  amazonian royalty, she sat with her hands folded in her lap and wore the scandalous red bikini with the poise of a princess dressed for court. “Don’t look at me either,” Erina added and Cameron looked away, flushing with embarrassment. 

Long minutes passed before Erina spoke again. “More water,” she said without looking at him. Cameron glanced up at her for a second and Erina turned up her nose to indicate she did not approve. Tearing his eyes away he did as she asked, ladling another scoop of cool water over the hot stones. Steam hissed into sauna and Erina took a long, deep breath that threatened to pop the tiny strings of her bikini top. “C minus,” she said abruptly.

“What?” Cameron said, confused.

“I got my the graded paper back from last week. C minus, that is what your help was worth,” Erina said disgustedly.

“I-I’m s-sorry!” he stammered. “There was so much to do w-with the m-machine and everything so I-”

For the first time since entering the sauna Erina turned to look at him. Her hands rested on her knees and she leaned forward to glare which only served to squish her breasts together and lengthen her expansive line of cleavage. “I’m not interested in excuses,” Erina said curtly. “How are you going to fix it?”

Cameron forced his eyes away from the wobbling crevasse of Erina’s tits before answering, “I don’t know…”

“You don’t know.” Erina repeated flatly. “Why don’t I tell you then.” She stood up and Cameron involuntarily shrunk back against the bench as she moved to stand over him. “From now on you will do all of my homework. Every paper, every project, every take home test; all of it, and I’m going to get straight A’s, is that understood?”

“B-but I have w-work and my own homework!” Cameron protested feebly, sliding back on the bench as Erina’s huge body loomed closer and closer. A drop of sweat from the curve of her breast and landed on his thigh and Cameron nearly jumped in surprise. “There won’t be enough time to do both!” he finished in a rush.

A sliver of a smile tugged at Erina’s lips as she watched him squirm. “Then quit,” she said.

“Quit my job?”

“Your job, school, quit whatever you need to quit to make sure my needs are met,” Erina’s smile was as radiant as it was cruel.

“B-but h-how will I-”

“Shhh,” Erina said, placing a finger over Cameron’s lips. “Let me explain,” she reached down and took his hand in hers. The width of her palm easily swallowed his hand and her long fingers dexterously wrapped around his wrist and pulled his arm up. Erina tapped Cameron’s pinky finger. “This is you: Small. Weak. Pathetic,” she explained through her patented false smile. “And this is me,” she tapped his middle finger. “Tall, beautiful, and powerful.” Erina pinched Cameron’s pinky finger and said, “People like this don’t get anywhere in this world. Even with a degree and a lot of hard work you’ll never be anything more than a peon.” Her voice was so matter-of-fact and confident that Cameron could not help but believe it was true. He had always feared that was the way the world works, but he had not let himself believe it until now.

Erina paused to let her words sink in. The sheen of sweat clinging to her skin reflected the sauna’s dim light, making her pale skin appear bronzed. She sucked in a deep breath and her tits swelled against the inadequate bikini top, threatening to snap the small knots holding it together. Cameron gulped and Erina continued, “I’m offering you a job. A place at the side of someone who matters. Isn’t that what you want, Cameron- to be closer...” Erina guided his hand, pinkie finger first, towards the bottom of her cleavage. “... To me?” Erina leaned forward and Cameron’s pinkie plunged into the hot depths of her cleavage, swallowed by warm, silky smooth skin. He could feel their weight gently trapping his pinkie finger in place. He grew immediately hard, and his breath came in short quick gasps.

I’m touching Erina Vanderbilt’s tits!

All other thoughts were driven from Cameron’s mind. The warm weight of Erina’s bust rested on the knuckles of his hand while his pinky bathed in the slippery depths of her cleavage. He pushed upwards ever so slightly and her supple breasts squished around his hand, lifting up slightly before he relaxed and let their weight push his hand back down. Erina’s bust was heavy! “Well,” Erina said, “What’s it going to be?”

“I d-dunno,” Cameron stammered. “I n-need to think.” The steamy heat of the sauna, the faint smell of Erina’s perfume, her silky soft skin- overloaded his ability to think clearly.

“Really?” Erina said irritably. “What is there to think about? You’re nothing without me, a nobody.” The room spun sickeningly for a moment Cameron sagged back against the bench, the first knuckle of his finger pulling free of Erina’s cleavage. She seemed to swell larger, and her burgeoning tits gobbled up his finger. “Oh don’t look so stunned. Most people are nobodies,” Erina went on, mistaking Cameron’s dizziness for a reaction to her words. “So are you gonna do my homework or do I have to go find some other drooling nerd?”

“I don’t drool,” Cameron replied lamely, struggling against nausea while Erina continued to swell slowly larger. “Why are you being so mean to me?”

Erina rolled her eyes, “Because relationships are supposed to be about give and take. Didn’t I spend part of my weekend listening to you ramble on about some silly machine? I’m pretty sure I did, and then I agreed to invite you to the big party I’m throwing next weekend, and now I’m offering you a job and you basically spit in my face!” Erina voice grew more and more irritated as she went on. Despite her irritation she had not moved away, keeping Cameron’s hand trapped in her own. Did that mean something? Cameron had no idea.

“N-no, it’s just- I mean I need time to- W-Wait, did you say we are in a relationship?” Cameron stammered out with great effort. As he spoke the boards beneath Erina’s feet creaked as she added another inch of height to her incredible, growing body.

Erina made a disgusted noise with the back of her throat. “A business relationship. You do things for me, I do things for you. And maybe, if you do a really good job, you’ll get promoted to something… Better.”

A shot of adrenaline forced down the wave of nausea and Cameron said, “You mean like a boyfriend?” 

“I mean if you don’t make up your fucking mind the only relationship we’re going to have is your memory of your finger between my tits that you’ll use to jerk off at night,” Erina spat. She stood up to her full height and Cameron’s finger slipped from between her breasts and fell into his lap as though a puppeteer had cut one of his strings. Erina’s clothes should have been bursting apart but somehow they were growing with her, the too small bikini clinging to her steadily increasing tits as the inched higher and higher above Cameron’s head.

By the time the process was complete Cameron suspected her height was close to seven feet tall. Her thighs were thick and powerful, nearly as wide around as his chest and lead into hips that were wider than his shoulders. Somehow her tits had ended up even larger relative to her body than they had been before. If Erina had been a normal height she may have been around a G-cup, but on a seven foot frame Cameron suspected they were quite a bit larger than that. Before he could take in their full splendor someone opened the door and Erina turned.

A pair of girls paused halfway into the sauna, either surprised to find it occupied or surprised at being confronted with a seven foot tall coed. “Sorry,” a short haired brunette girl chirped quickly.

“It’s fine,” Erina said coldly. “I was just leaving.”

“Really? We don’t mind waiting,” the brunette said, tugging on her friend’s arm.

Her redheaded friend was a bit more assertive. “There’s enough room for everyone,” she said and stared at Erina defiantly. For a moment the room was so silent Cameron heard himself swallow the lump in his throat.

“I did just say I was leaving,” Erina repeated slowly. “But I like your top,” Erina said to the redheaded girl. Her bikini top was of the old fashioned red and white polka dot variety. “How much do you want for it?”

“I’m wearing it,” the redhead said, confused.

Erina sighed. “I can see that, I’m asking how much you want for it. I have a hundred right here,” Erina said and withdrew a small pouch from her cleavage.

The redhead’s eyes widened and she said, “I don’t have anything else to wear.”

“Two hundred,” Erina offered. “And you can have my top,” she gave her bikini strap a little tug that bounced her tits enticingly. “It should cover you up.” Erina’s top would more than cover the redheaded girl. Even though it was a size or two small on Erina it was a very large bikini and while the redhead was by no means flat chested she could not hold a candle to Erina.

“I don’t think it would fit you…” the redhead replied slowly, her resolve softening.

“Two fifty, final offer,” Erina said.

“Okay, sure” the girl said quickly, probably worried Erina would change her mind. “You know I could have just told you where I bought it.”

“Where is the fun in that?” Erina smirked. “Now give it here.” She reached out her hand expectantly. The redhead glanced at me and hesitated. “Don’t worry about the beta,” she said and to me she added, “Look away, perv.” Cameron averted his eyes, listening to the shift of cloth on skin until Erina said. “There, perfect.” 

Cameron glanced up and saw the redhead wrapped in Erina’s over-large bikini top. It looked like she was wearing a sarong or some other bizarre article of clothing, the cups were far too big for her chest. The girl held the money Erina had paid with both hands, smiling widely. Her brunette friend finally managed to tug her back out the door and just like that Cameron was once again alone with Erina.

Erina turned, naked from the waist up.

Time seemed to slow as Cameron watched her magnificent breasts sway with the the motion of her body, the leftmost breast colliding with her upper arm gently before rebounding and slapping gently into its twin and leaving them both jiggling heavily. Her nipples thrust into the air, surrounded by pebbly areola that were darker than he had imagined. The thick, dusky tips of her nipples would have been excessive on a lesser bosom but seemed an appropriate exclamation mark to Erina’s tremendous ta-tas. Cameron’s semi-hard erection sprang back to attention in an instant. 

“Lets see,” Erina said as she pulled her new polka-dot bikini top around her chest. The cups dangled inside-out over her stomach while she untied the knots to loosen the top. Her swollen tits bounced and jiggled softly with every tug of the strings until finally she hoisted the cups over her huge teats and secured the strings around her neck.

On the redhead the top had been cute. On Erina it was obscene. 

The tiny cups were dwarfed by the massive swells of her chest and the tiny triangles of cloth were overflowed on every side. Huge crescents of flesh more than large enough to fill a regular girl’s bikini protruded to each side and a thick slice of underboob hung from the bottom. Towards the center the most massive cleavage Cameron had ever witnessed swallowed the room’ dim light in a bottomless canyon of immaculately curvaceous flesh. Erina leaned forward and shook her chest to make sure the top wouldn’t slip off her breasts. Any harder of a shake and Cameron was certain it would have, the beleaguered bikini barely managed to cover her nipples.

Before blood was able to return from its circuit through Cameron’s raging hard-on Erina was halfway out the door. “Wait!” Cameron croaked. Erina paused and he cleared his throat and said, “I’ll do it. I’ll do your homework or whatever you want.”

Erina moved back in side, leaving the door open. The chill night air blew into the sauna and made Cameron shiver violently, and clutch his knees to his chest. When he looked up again Erina’s nipples were aggressively thrusting into her new top, the opposite reaction to the cold as his penis. “Good,” Erina’s voice rumbled. “And that little show you just got?” Erina said and tilted his chin up with the tip of her finger, forcing Cameron to look her in the eye. “It’s going to cost you extra.”