iVortex 2 - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Josh reeled from the rapid series of events. 

An hour ago he had been sitting at his cubicle in a tiny office that the entire male staff of Vortex Vacations shared. Then came the call from Lisa, the CEO of Vortex Industries, explaining he had been selected as a vortex vacation guide. A quick trip through the pneumatic tube system put him on a desk in front of *the* Elizabeth “Berries” Mayberry, one his favorite Instagrand models and someone Josh had fantasized about countless times. As if all that were not enough Elizabeth had sent them straight into the vortex, ripping away the only reality Josh had ever known. He had not had time to prepare his mind for the warp let alone give the company mandated speech on safety precautions. 

He looked up and his eyes latched onto Elizabeth’s bulbous backside. Her ass threatened to split the seams of her expensive looking dress and squinting he was able to make out a short row of exposed stitches where the strain had pulled the threads far apart. That was standard fare for Berries, he had seen it many times before. She would model pants or shorts for photos when the clothing was pristine and new. When the same piece of clothing appeared in her feed again the ass was stretched, faded, or bursting at the seams. Some of her biggest fans, like Josh, liked to place bets on how long a piece of clothing would last before Elizabeth’s jumbo junk would burst it apart.

He had seen this red dress before, sometime in the fall of the previous year. Which meant it had been clinging to Elizabeth’s ass off and on for almost nine months and was probably not long for this world. It must have been one of her favorites since she had chosen to wear it to kick off her vacation. Elizabeth twisted in place to snap a selfie and Josh gaped at her profile. Big tits, slender waist, huge ass- on a woman that towered over him like a statue of a Greek goddess. He felt dizzy, and not just from the ride through the vortex.

The vortex. He had to get his mind out of the gutter and lay down the ground rules before Elizabeth went completely out of control. “Umm,” Josh began diplomatically. “Ms. Mayberry, your vortex trip is a progressive trigger style trip, right?”

“Hmm?” Elizabeth’s eyes widened as though she had forgotten he was there. She looked down and her vibrant blue eyes rooted him to the spot. “Did you say something?”

“I said,” Josh began again. “Your vortex progress is triggered by something, is that correct?”

“Yeah,” Elizabeth said dismissively. “It’s based on my follows.” So the more followers she gets on Instagrand the closer to her ultimate destination they would get, Josh mused. “Progressive Triggers” were for people who wanted a more immersive vacation experience- something where their actions would dictate the events of the trip. This was one of many features available exclusively to vortex vacations. Rather than take a straightforward vacation that would go directly to the world Elizabeth wanted she had chosen to work towards her destination gradually.

“I see,” Josh replied. “Just so you understand the vortex will not activate for each additional follower, progressive triggers are programmed so that a certain threshold has to be met before you get to the next stop on your trip.”

Elizabeth’s lips quirked and her brow furrowed in a thoughtful expression. “How many followers do I need?”

Josh shrugged and turned to ask for help. “Anna?” The lab technician was gone, she had not been part of the vacation charter. He would have to find her in this reality, with any luck she was still somewhere in the building. “Erm, I’ll try to get that information to you as soon as possible Ms. Mayberry.”

Elizabeth smiled and knelt down. “Don’t be so formal Josh, call me Eliza.”

“E-Eliza? Are you sure?” To be on a first name basis with a star as big as “Berries” was a tremendous honor. Elizabeth nodded and Josh cleared his throat. “A-Alright, I can do that… Eliza,” he nervously tested the name. He took a deep breath, readying himself for what had to be said next. “There are some guidelines that should be followed whenever travelling through the vortex. The first is mmmmmrf-” A massive finger pressed itself over Josh’s mouth.

“Shh,” Elizabeth said. “Let’s discuss this somewhere more comfortable, like my suite at the hotel.” Without waiting for a response she wrapped her fingers around his body and hoisted Josh into the air. He instinctively struggled in her grasp and his hands slid off the smooth surface of her shiny red fingernails. “I’m not going to hurt you little guy,” she cooed sweetly. She held him against her abdomen beneath the awning of her bust and Josh relaxed somewhat. The underside of Elizabeth’s tits shifted and strained at the taut fabric of her dress as she began to walk. 

They exited the safe room into a similarly empty hallway. Light emitted from wall sconces casting angular blocks at regular intervals on the grey hallway walls and gave the entire place a vaguely sci-fi feel. At least to Josh the Vortex Vacations building had always seemed almost alien in its design, nothing like the shoebox apartment he called home. He could not imagine what Elizabeth’s suite looked like but that did not stop him from trying. 

Elizabeth turned down a hall that had name plates next to the doors rather than non-descript numbers and letters. Josh stopped fantasizing long enough to start reading them in the hopes that he would discover Anna’s office. Safe Rooms were on every floor so it stood to reason that Anna would have chosen one close to where she worked. Sure enough at the middle of the third hallway they came to Josh saw a sign that read: “Anna Perez - Vortex Technician”. “Stop!” He called out. “We should speak with Anna before we leave.” Elizabeth stopped.

“Ugh,” Elizabeth complained. “Fine, you talk to her.” Elizabeth bent and placed Josh on the floor in front of Anna’s door. “I’ll be waiting in the car downstairs, don’t keep me waiting,” she said, already walking off down the hall.

“Wait!” Josh called, but it was too late. Elizabeth was three strides away and the click of her heels was louder than his voice. “Damn,” he muttered, looking up at the huge door with consternation. Normally he would have used the pneumatic system to request a transfer directly to Anna’s desk. The thirty foot plus tall door was far more intimidating. He knocked then, realizing his knock was soft and barely audible, banged his fists hard against the cool metal surface. Ten seconds later the door opened and Josh lowered his sore hands to his side. 

Anna stared over his head and glanced both ways down the hall. “Well,” she said with a huff. “That was a childish prank.” The door began to swing shut.

“Down here!” Josh shouted, jumping up and down and waving his arms. The door continued to close for another half second then stopped. Anna’s head poked out and her eyes widened when they took in her tiny visitor.

“Why didn’t you use the tube?” she asked.

Josh released an exasperated sigh and replied, “Because I got left in the hall!”

“Oh.” Anna said, and gave a single sharp nod. “Well, come in,” she said and propped the door open. Josh stepped inside the room and saw it was a mess of vending machine wrappers, empty paper coffee cups, and stacks upon stacks of paperwork. 

“Jeez,” he muttered, winding through the maze of discarded trash. 

“Umm… sorry?” Anna said and knelt down to offer Josh a hand to stand on. Her eyes were sweet and kind, and while Josh did not know her well he knew her by reputation. Anna was a hard working tech and also one of the shortest females at the company. Standing at a petite 20 feet tall she had an olive complexion, full lips, and a pretty face covered by a large clunky pair of glasses. She vaguely reminded him of one of those girls from the movies that starts out looking like a dork and ends up being a total knockout after gaining confidence and getting a makeover.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said as she lifted him carefully up to her desk. She cleared some space on paperwork cluttered surface and set him down between a book and the edge of her mouse pad. “I’m a transfer from Reality 1173,” he began. “I’m a trial guide and, well, Elizabeth sort of jumped the gun and used your phone to transfer us here and I’m sure you don’t remember that because it wasn’t actually you but I sure would appreciate it if you could help me out,” Josh said the last part in a rush so fast that every word blended together.

Anna blinked at him with wide eyes then cocked her head and asked, “I’m actually your Anna,” she said.     

“I know you’re not- Wait, what?”

Anna blushed and spoke sheepishly, “I was sorta playing with settings to see what my perfect vortex vacation would be like and I was going to change it but she just smacked the button before I could fix it. So I guess now I’m on vacation too?” She gave her office a skeptical once-over and said, “Sure doesn’t look like it though.”

“Wow, that is…” Josh stopped, uncertain as to what he should say. Technically Anna’s transfer to this reality was a major violation of company protocol and while it had been irresponsible of her to fiddle with the settings he could hardly blame her for Elizabeth’s actions. “... Really something,” he finished lamely. It also did not explain why Anna had been transported out of the safe room. “What did you change exactly?” he asked.

Anna blushed a deeper shade of red and said, “Nothing, it doesn’t matter. It’s only going to last for two weeks anyway. What did you need help with?”

Josh frowned. There was no sense trying to pry the information out of Anna, she was four times his size and his superior at the company. He decided to drop it and replied, “Elizabeth wants to know how many followers she needs to trigger a vortex event.”

Anna appeared thoughtful. “Well, its a function of Instagrand’s install base as a percentage of global population that factors in the current standing of high profile Instagrand personalities and-”

“In English?” Josh interrupted.

“Mmm, she has to be more popular than some people who are popular than she is right now.”

“That’s not very specific.”

“Well if you divide th-

“Forget it,” Josh sighed. Math was hard and women loved to lord their skill in it over men. Females averaged almost 100% higher mathematical aptitude than males which was one of the many reasons why Josh’s position at Vortex Vacations was so rare. And also so precious. If he messed up this job he would end up sweeping ventilation shafts or pulling wire through some office ceiling like a rat. On second thought Anna did not really seem like the type to lord her intelligence over Josh, she just seemed a bit nerdy. Either way, having her talk over his head made him feel smaller than he already was so he said, “I’ll tell Eliza she has to beat a few people, that should be enough.”

Anna shrugged noncommittally.

Josh found Elizabeth waiting impatiently in her car, one heeled foot tapping against the curb while she typed out a similar rhythm on her phone. “What took you so long?” she asked irritably when he walked up.

“The tubes only lead down to the lobby, I had to walk the rest of the way on foot,” he explained. The walk from the lobby to a car waiting outside was trivial for someone as tall as Elizabeth, but to him it was a bit of a jog. 

“Hurry up and get in,” Elizabeth said and pulled her feet inside the luxury sedan. Josh had to leap up to grab the ledge of the car’s floor and pull himself inside. There was usually a tiny metal ladder that could be extended to help men into vehicles built for women, but either this car lacked one for Elizabeth had simply forgotten to use it for him. Once he was inside she instructed the driver to take them to her hotel. 

Elizabeth was totally engrossed in her phone which left Josh standing awkwardly on the floor of the backseat. He glanced repeatedly between the chair and Elizabeth, hoping she would invite him to take a seat. Instead she ‘Oohed’ and ‘Ahhed’ at her phone, totally engrossed in social media. Minutes had passed when a sudden pothole sent Josh tumbling onto his butt with a pained yelp. “Oh. I forgot you were here,” Elizabeth tittered. Josh stood and began to dust himself off. “Here,” she said and lifted him up onto the seat. 

He immediately slid down the smooth seat surface towards the back. He muttered a thank you and looked around for a man sized seat belt. The fatality rate without one for men was close to 100%, but then most men did not have the vortex protection that he did. The ‘benefits package’ that came with being a vortex guide or passenger was a strange brand of immortality. He would still age normally but things that ought to kill, simply did not. A bullet that would normally kill would only leave him wounded for a few minutes before his body would heal itself. They had apparently tried to turn it into a medical procedure but the effects were limited to about three weeks. Something about not being entirely in phase with a reality one has recently been transported to. Whatever the technical explanation was, it was way over Josh’s head- he did not even know for sure that it worked. And he was more than a little nervous about finding out, hence the seatbelt.

“They want me on the Extra Late Show!” Elizabeth exclaimed, kicking her legs with girlish glee.

“With Amber Stone?” Josh asked, dropping the name of a popular talk show host. 

“Duh! Who else? That hag Gretchen? Only people with grey in their hair watch that old bag,” Elizabeth snarked. She continued reading her phone and her eyes widened. “Oh my god this is tonight. Such short notice I don’t even have something to wear!” 

Josh could not help but notice her scrunched up dress was revealing more than 90% of one luscious thigh and the dark crevice between her legs pulled his eyes like forbidden fruit hanging from a tree. Snatching his gaze away he said, “You look great already.”

Elizabeth looked away from her phone and studied Josh until he began to squirm. “Really? In this old thing? You’re not even looking.”

Josh’s heart leapt into his throat, she was giving him permission to look. He was not about to turn her down. His eyes started heel-strapped feet and journeyed up the graceful arc of her legs to the thick swell of her hips, across the taut plane of her abdomen and over the magnificent peaks of her bust to the deep blue pools of her eyes. He savored every second and by the time his inspection was finished his penis was rock hard.

“Ooh,” Elizabeth cooed softly. “Is that for me?” She reached down with a finger and probed his crotch and Josh curled in on himself like a crab trying to retreat into a shell- only he had no shell to hide in. Elizabeth’s finger easily overpowered the muscles in his core and tenderly prodded his genitals. The pad of her index finger was soft, uncalloused by labor. She massaged his crotch with teasing strokes. Josh’s body went stiff as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him- not only from her technique but from the fact that *the* Elizabeth Mayberry was touching him. With a groan he released a hot load into his pants. Elizabeth continued rubbing for a few seconds longer while Josh spasmed and bucked beneath the ministrations of her arm-sized finger. Finally she pulled the digit away, brought it slowly to her plush lips and stuck the first knuckle into her mouth. Her lips hollowed as she sucked dramatically on the tip of her finger before pulling it free with an audible ‘pop’. “Mmm, you taste good.” 

Josh’s head spun. Elizabeth had just violated a number of Vortex Vacation policies but he could not bring himself to care. The giantess sexpot had rubbed him to orgasm like it was nothing and given every indication she would be willing to do it again. This was going to be the best two weeks of his life! “I-I.. You- I mean we,” he stammered helplessly until Elizabeth’s finger, still wet with her saliva pressed over his lips in an indirect kiss.

“Shhhhh. I think what you’re trying to say is this dress is hot enough for me to kill on Stone tonight,” Elizabeth said with a conspiratorial smile. Josh nodded, too dumbfounded for words. He had no idea what he had been trying to say, his mind was racing a hundred miles a second and the Elizabeth’s oozing sexualiy was not helping it slow down. “I think I’ll have the hotel send some of my favorite outfits over to the studio,” she nodded to herself. “I’ll model my cute things for the crowd.”  

“They’ll let you do that?” Josh asked uncertainly. Usually talk shows were just… Talk. 

“They let bands play music and comedians tell jokes,” Elizabeth replied confidently.

Josh scratched his head. “That’s true,” he conceded though he could not remember ever seeing a someone do modeling on a talk show. “When do you have to be there?”

Elizabeth spent a minute navigating menus on her phone before she replied, “An hour. So I don’t have time to go back to the hotel,” she pouted. “Cabbie!” she called out.

“I am Ryde driver, mam,” the driver replied, referring to the well known transportation app.

“Whatever, take me somewhere where I can get drinks.” 

“Any place in particular?”

“I don’t know, this isn’t my city. Don’t you know some place nice?” Elizabeth asked irritably.

“Sure,” the driver replied. “I know a place.”

Stacy’s was lit with soft blue neons that wrapped around the bar, giving the place chic and trendy look. After telling the driver to wait until she had inspected the place Elizabeth handed Josh a credit chip and told him to go back and pay the lady. By the time he got back inside his charge had taken a seat near the back where the music thumping from the empty stage was the loudest. Stacy’s had the feel of a dance club in its off-hours and despite the trendy designs, well stocked bar, and nicely dressed staff- there were only a few other people in the place besides the two of them. And as far as Josh could tell none of them were men. Places this upscale were generally too expensive for any man to afford and were it not for a couple company outings to similar locations Josh would have been totally out of his element as well. As it was he still felt like a tourist as he used a tiny ladder to climb up into the booth next to Elizabeth. 

He was getting comfortable when a waitress arrived with a tall fancy-looking bottle filled with clear liquid and set it on the table. Josh looked between the bottle and Elizabeth, was she really planning to drink all of that? She caught his glance and said, “I always get a bottle.” As if that explained everything. In a way Josh supposed it did, Elizabeth was not just any woman, she was incredibly wealthy. Ordering an entire liquor bottle was no different to her than ordering a beer was to him. The difference in their social status was staggering, which made it all the more exciting that she had gotten so intimate with him back in the car.

He could not get the episode out of his mind- everything from her casual smile to the insistent pressure of her finger was etched into his memory. He snuck at a glance at her seductive profile and felt a stirring in his pants. What would be like if she touched him with her plump tits or- goddess - that ass. Jeez Josh, keep this up and you’re going to be dehydrated before we get to the studio, he admonished himself. Mental discipline was not enough to stop a second erection from tenting his pants. Thankfully, the darkly lit interior hid his shameful lack of control from Elizabeth’s attention. Not that she had spared much more than a glance his way. She was fixated on pouring herself a second shot.

Wait, a second shot? Damn! This woman could drink! Her head tipped back and she tossed the second shot down her throat and swallowed without hesitation. This was nothing like Josh expected from the normally bubbly Instagrand model. Most girls liked to order big sugary drinks and sip them slowly over long periods of time. Elizabeth appeared to be the total opposite, ruthlessly pouring a third shot as if in competition with herself. The shot joined the first two in her stomach and Elizabeth finally leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “Damn,” Josh muttered. 

Elizabeth surveyed the club’s interior with a bored expression before turning her attention to Josh. Without warning she leaned forward, snatched him out of his seat. The world lurched sickeningly as she lifted his body over the table and set him down on its edge. “So,” she slurred slightly. “What is your deal?”

Josh took a moment to recover from the nauseating lift before replying. “I’m… Your guide?”

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “I mean how did you get this job?”

“Oh,” Josh said, perking up. “I was in a class of about a thousand men. They tested our customer service skills until there was only a dozen of us left.”

“So you’re like, the best man they could find.” she replied skeptically.

“I’m not bad,” Josh said proudly thrusting out his chest. “Lisa chose me herself.”

“Ooo, look at you,” Elizabeth mocked and jabbed a finger into his stomach. “Boss’s favorite.”

Josh doubled over, more surprised than hurt. “Hey,” he complained.

“What, you don’t like my finger?” Elizabeth accused belligerently.

Josh’s eyes widened and he raised a hand defensively. “N-no! You surprised me is all,” he said then realized he was rubbing his sore stomach and stopped. Squaring his shoulders he tried to regain his air of manly dignity- a particularly difficult feat given that he was smaller than the bottle of liquor Elizabeth was guzzling her way through. As if to make his thoughts reality she skipped pouring the fourth shot and simply lifted the plump head of the bottle to her lips and tipped it back. While her throat worked to swallow the booze Josh was transfixed by the plush painted lips wrapped around the bottle’s tip and slender fingers squeezing its neck. 

“Ahh,” Elizabeth sighed and set the bottle down with an audible thump. Her coordination had deteriorated considerably . “Good, because this finger was nice to you.” Elizabeth slurred suggestively. “Now,” she brought her finger up so that it was right in his face. “Show it what kind of kisser you are.” Josh froze. Does she really want me to kiss her finger? What is the best way to kiss a finger? Is this really happening? His mind was a storm of thoughts, most of which were completely unhelpful. “Well?,” Elizabeth intoned.

Josh reprimanded himself: just kiss her finger, idiot!

He leaned forward, his lips pressed into her finger and then lingered for a long moment. Finally he pulled away, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. He looked sharply eyes questing into Elizabeth’s for some sign of approval. Her poker face was impeccable and Josh’s confidence wavered then collapsed completely. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Elizabeth laughed then rolled her eyes, “I told you to do it.” Finally she smiled and Josh heaved a sigh of relief, she was not offended after all. To the contrary, her eyes were piqued with interest. “So, you kiss a lot of girls?” she asked casually.

“N-no, mam.”

Elizabeth snorted. “Don’t call me mam.”

“Sorry Ms. May-... I mean, Eliza.”

“Better.”

“You want to kiss me somewhere else?”

“L-like where?”

“Like wherever you want,” Elizabeth said with a cheshire smile.

In that moment if bright lights had flooded the room and people started pouring in from every door to tell Josh the whole thing was an elaborate setup- he would have believed them. This was too good to be true. Women as desirable as Berries simply did not offer guys like him a trip to paradise. Not that Josh was bad looking, he was an average guy. His build was softer than average from too much time spent lounging around the office rather than running to and fro doing heavy lifting like most men, but he wasn’t fat or scrawny. His business suit was mandated by Vortex Vacations policy and was sharp, albeit modest. Could it be that Elizabeth liked guys in suits?

An antiquated expression regarding gift horses and mouths flitted through Josh’s mind and, sucking in a deep breath, he said, “Anywhere?”

“Mmm hmm,” Elizabeth pulled the finger away from his chest and let its tip creep across her lips before sliding it suggestively back into her mouth. Josh watched transfixed as she tugged the digit free of her mouth and drew it slowly down towards the ovular opening into her dress. Her nail danced over the firm line of her cleavage tantalizingly then suddenly thrust into her chest canyon, indenting the tightly packed flesh before disappearing into the hot canyon of tit. Josh had never envied a finger so badly in his life.

“O-okay,” he said, summoning his courage. “Lips?”

“Oh?” Elizabeth pouted. “Is that all?”

Josh hesitated, did Elizabeth expect something more? His heart raced at the thought but no- maybe she was just testing him. He had to show her he could be a perfect gentleman and do things the right way. Courting had changed a lot as women had evolved to be the larger and dominant sex but hundreds of thousands of years of evolution died hard. Men had their pride and being a gentleman was one of the only ways to express that pride now that their physical bodies were vastly inferior to women. Josh stuck to his guns, “Yes, I want a real kiss.”

Elizabeth cocked her head slightly and said, “Awwww, so cute!” It was not clear if she was mocking him or being sincere and she did not give him time to puzzle it out. Her hand swept down and lifted him up to her lips. A humid wave of breath reeking of vodka washed over him as she exhaled. A dim, animal fear rose in Josh at the sight of her gleaming white teeth. Large enough to bite him in half the alabaster guillotines were briefly eclipsed by the flick of a massive pink tongue. He forced his focus to the plush lips that were slowly drawing into a pucker as she drew him closer and closer.

Their lips met: his bumping against the upper curve of her lower lip while hers swallowed his face in soft warmth. Elizabeth pressed harder and the cushions of her lips expanded against his face, smearing saliva over his face and redoubling the smell of alcohol. Breathing the atmosphere at the cusp of her mouth was intoxicating- literally. There was enough alcohol in her breath to start Josh on a little buzz. If it was a contact high, it was very convincing and by the time Elizabeth peeled her lips away from his face Josh was in a giddy stupor. Absently touching his face to confirm it was real his fingers came away wet with her saliva and he shuddered. I just kissed Berries, he thought in a stupor.

“Not bad,” Elizabeth mumbled. She bent forward and rested her elbows on the table, studying Josh intently. He squirmed under her scrutiny and could not suppress a dopey smile. “So how many followers do I need again?”

The abrupt change of subject threw Josh for a loop. He was more than a little disappointed that she did not offer another kiss, he longed to be pressed against her skin and maybe next time somewhere more… Exotic. Plus he had no idea what the answer was to her question, Anna had been extraordinarily technical in her explanation. “Umm, a million” he blurted out. Why did I do that? Josh scolded himself, I could have just told her the truth. But she had kissed him. He could not admit to failure after she had treated him so well. He would just have to talk to Anna again and get the real figure before Elizabeth gained another million followers. Simple.

“A million huh?” Elizabeth replied with a smug smile that was nothing like the typically bubbly and happy-going expression she normally wore. “With my Stone appearance tonight that should be easy.”

“Oh,” Josh gulped. “Great.”