(Commission) iVortex 2 - Chapter 1

Your Vortex Vacation Awaits

The glow of a massive screen painted the sidewalk in the vibrant blues and greens of tropical beaches. The people in the street below went quietly about their lives and only a few paused to spare a glance at the opulent advertisement. The few that might have afforded a Vortex Vacation were too busy clawing their way up corporate ladders or hustling dollars on street corners to appreciate the swaying palms and sandy white shores displayed on the digital billboard. Across the street from the garish sign a white luxury sedan rolled to a stop. The rear door opened and a pair of red heels extended from the dark interior on long alabaster legs.

Elizabeth Mayberry stood up out of the sedan and surveyed the area in front of the towering Vortex Vacations HQ with the air of visiting royalty. At twenty five feet tall she was of average height for a female, but height was the only part about her that was average. Her face was a cross between a model’s perfect bone structure and a girl-next-door charm- complete with long lashes, pouting lips, and sparkling white teeth. Heads turned as she exited the vehicle and a girl squealed as she recognized the face of the Instagrand star.

Instagrand had given birth to many stars but few could boast a following as large as Ms. Mayberry’s. She had all the necessary ingredients for internet fame- a wealthy family, a bubbly public persona, and incredible beauty. Yet the real reason for Elizabeth’s popularity was much simpler: sex appeal. Pornographic curves defined her shape- large DD-cup tits dominated her narrow chest which tapered to an even narrower waist before exploding into wide hips. Which were necessary to support the enormous bubble butt that was her trademark feature. 

All this oozing sex appeal was wrapped tightly in a red chinese-style dress which left her arms bare and one leg almost completely exposed by a slit that began on her upper thigh and extended all the way to the hem. The silken cloth was tight around her posterior and bust, where Elizabeth’s curves made the garment appear painted on. Her hair was pinned up with a pair of sticks in classic asian fashion. Flawless, unblemished skin added to the effect lending her a doll-like perfection- assuming dolls were twenty five feet tall. 

It was no coincidence that eighty percent of Elizabeth’s followers were male. Legions of drooling old men, desperate middle-aged husbands, and horny young boys refreshed her feed on a daily or even hourly basis to get her latest pics and videos. And while Elizabeth was pleased at her popularity, she wanted more. Much more. Which was what had brought her to Vortex Vacations, a company boasting reality-warping miracles to those that could afford them. The cost of a Vortex Vacation was so high that a popular quote went, ‘the vortex is the only thing more expensive than a trip to the moon’.

However, cost was not a problem for Elizabeth. As heir to the Mayberry marketing empire Elizabeth was not rich, she was filthy stinking rich. She never wanted for anything. And she had a casual disdain for what most people considered ‘real work’. Aside from attracting a massive social media following she had not accomplished much in her life. Her grades in school were average and she had opted not to attend university so she could pursue modeling and her glamazon career on Instagrand. She was a socialite, and had no desire to be anything else. To the contrary, her ambition was to be the most influential socialite in the world.  

Elizabeth strode purposefully down sidewalk ignoring the tiny men milling about her knees and the flash of photos from their phones. The glass storefront of Vortex Vacations was lit with projected videos of sci-fi and fantasy destinations. The chatter of voices faded as she entered the the double doors replaced by soft inoffensive music that hummed from the lobby speakers. A bespectacled woman of middle age smiled and stood up from a large wrap-around desk that dominated the center of the room. “Ms. Mayberry I presume?” the woman said cordially, coming around the desk and offering her hand. Annoyed that the woman did not seem to know who she was Elizabeth managed a smile and replied that she had come for her appointment. “Excellent, right this way,” the receptionist said and turned toward a broad hallway that lead deeper into the office building. 

The rhythmic click of heels on tile gradually replaced the soft music of the lobby and Elizabeth inspected her guide. They were of similar height but the receptionist had a slender figure mostly devoid of curves. Elizabeth dismissed the woman immediately and turned her attention to the clean white walls and frosted glass doors. Seeing nothing of interest there either she sighed and opened her phone to check the latest gossip. She was halfway through an article some paparazzi rag had published the week before a hand on her shoulder stole her attention. 

The receptionist had lead them into an ovular room and one wall appeared to be a massive curved screen though it was dark at the moment. A long table was fixed to the center of the room and appeared to be part of the structure rather than a piece of furniture. On one end a pair of women, a tall smiling blond and a short brunette, stood gesturing for Elizabeth to join them. The receptionist said something innocuous and retreated from the room, already forgotten. “Let me start by saying,” the bubbly blond began, “We’re so happy you’ve chosen Vortex as your vacation destination.”

“It’s not like you have any competition,” Elizabeth replied tartly and took a seat in an unoccupied egg-shaped swivel chair. The vortex reps exchanged a glance before joining her at the table. Elizabeth knew their type immediately- business ‘professionals’ with mild manners and no spines. “This meeting is a waste of time, the contract is already signed,” she said.

The blond’s smile faltered and she said. “This is meeting a simple formality to get us better acquainted Ms. Mayberry, my name is Trisha and I will be your guide to the Vortex.”

Elizabeth frowned at the leggy blond. The last thing she needed on her vacation was statuesque      

competition shadowing her every move. “I want someone else,” she replied flatly and turned her eyes to the other woman. She was vaguely mediterranean with pixie cut black hair, petite and had even fewer curves than the receptionist. No one would notice her so long as Elizabeth was in the room. She was perfect. “How about her?” Elizabeth stabbed a finger at the diminutive woman in her sights.

“M-me?” the dark-haired woman squeaked in alarm. “I am j-just a technician.”

Elizabeth’s frown deepened. “Then why are you here?”

Trisha spoke for her associate, “Anna is here to make final adjustments to the Vortex charter at your request.”

Elizabeth fixed the blond with a flat stare. “If she is the one changing the destination then what are you? A babysitter?”

“I am a guide,” Trisha said with a hint of defensiveness. “I’ll make sure your vacation goes smoothly and handle any complaints you might have.”

“Right now my biggest complaint is you,” Elizabeth said coldly. “I want someone else.” The two women  exchanged glances again and to Elizabeth’s surprise Anna was the one to break the silence.

“This could be an opportunity to test the new program.” she suggested softly

“We need Lisa’s approval for that,” Trisha said, irritation creeping into her voice.

“I don’t thi-” Anna’s voice cut off as a new voice came over the speakers.

“Ladies,” the feminine voice admonished. “Ms. Mayberry is a very valuable client.” There was a pause and the voice softened. “We are happy to provide you with alternative guides, Ms. Mayberry. In fact I am sending one over now.” The speaker clicked off and the Vortex employees fell silent. Elizabeth glanced around the room, found the reflective lens of a camera jutting from the ceiling and smiled into it. Perhaps the CEO was taking interesting in Elizabeth’s vacation because of the massive stack of cash she had dropped on the company for the white glove treatment.      

Minutes passed and Elizabeth was playing with her phone when a sudden woosh of air preceded a dull thump. A hole opened at the center of a table and ejected a perfectly ovular capsule the front of which was a frosted glass door that slid open to reveal a man. He stepped out onto the table, blinked twice at the harsh light of the room, then gaped at Elizabeth. “Elizabeth Mayberry? Berries?” the tiny man exclaimed excitedly.

Elizabeth’s trademark blue leggings had earned her the nickname ‘Berries’ because of the way they clung to every curve and crevice of her ass-  blue skin on perfectly plump twin blueberries. The only people who knew the name Berries were diehard fans. Elizabeth smiled, pleased to meet a fan, but uncertain as to why he was in the room at all. It was well known that men were a lesser gender mostly relegated to menial labor. So what was a man doing in the most technologically advanced company in the world?

“And you are?” she asked, tentatively extending a finger in greeting.

The man grasped her finger reverently with both hands careful not to impale himself on the long red nail extending from its tip. With wide eyes focused on her axehead-sized nail he said, “I can’t believe you’re here. I can’t believe I’m here! I am such a fan. Ms. Lisa said that I am to be your guide. I’ll work hard for you. I had the best customer satisfaction scores in the trials.”

“The best scores, huh?” Elizabeth said absently, her mind working the unexpected situation into her plans. This was far better than she could of hoped for- no this was perfect! A laugh burst from her throat, startling everyone in the room. She covered her mouth coquettishly and said, “You’ll do,” to the miniature man standing on the table before her. “What is your name?”

“J-Josh,” he stuttered and lowered his head. 

“What’s wrong Josh?” Elizabeth said sweetly, but she had good idea of what was wrong. The little man was most likely sporting a teeny tiny erection. Typical. 

Before she could press the issue Trish stood up and said, “Well, it appears you no longer need my assistance.” Her face was tight with anger, there was no greater insult to a woman than to be replaced by a man. Elizabeth watched her leave with a smug smile while Anna and Josh mumbled their goodbyes. The moment Trish was gone Elizabeth clapped her hands together. “Well, that settles that. When do we start with the good stuff?”

Anna stared blankly for a few seconds before her eyes widened. “Oh,” she said. “I suppose if you don’t have any requests we can start the process any time.”

“Excellent!” Elizabeth gushed. “Lets get started right away then, we’re wasting my precious vacation time in this stuffy room.”

“Don’t worry,” Josh piped up. “None of this time counts towards your vacation hours. Your two weeks don’t start until we’re in the vortex.” The man had no need to point out the obvious Elizabeth turned up her nose and waited for Anna: a woman, someone with intelligence- to take the hint.

“Erm, if you’ll follow me please,” Anna said and moved to the door. 

Elizabeth got up to follow her and Josh exclaimed. “Wait!” She turned back to the table and raised an eyebrow at the diminutive man. “Can you, umm, carry me?” He said shyly.

Elizabeth grinned inwardly, her ‘guide’ was completely helpless without her assistance. “Of course,” she said sweetly and wrapped her hand around the small man. Nearly half his body was covered by her grip and she could feel his little muscles squish between her fingers. “Is this alright?” she asked. Josh nodded and Lisa lead the way down a maze of corridors. 

Eventually they reached a small room devoid of- well anything. The empty space was like a switched off version of a holodeck. “This is a safe room,” Anna explained, leading them inside. “Traveling through the vortex can have unintended side effects so its best to-”

“Whatever,” Elizabeth interrupted. “Can we just get on with it?”

“O-Okay.” Anna said as though she had been slapped. She pulled a fancy looking smartphone from her pocket and began thumbing through menus. The device was on the large side and combined with Anna’s naturally short stature left the impression of a little girl playing with her mother’s things. “Let me just confirm your details.” Anna said hesitantly. “You have purchased our Platinum Package which includes two weeks in the vortex. Your destination is a world where you are the biggest Instagrand star on the internet. Everyone adores you. You specified that the world should allows rich and famous people to increase their size and wrote, ‘The biggest stars should be literally the biggest.’ Does that all sound correct?” Anna finished with a hopeful note in her voice.  

“Yes,” Elizabeth replied. Neither woman noticed the alarm on Josh’s face at the mention of women increasing their size. 

“G-good. Then is there anything you would like to add before I open the vortex, Josh?”

“Umm…” Josh began hesitantly. 

“Let’s go already,” Elizabeth snapped suddenly and reached over, slapping the front of Anna’s phone with the tips of her fingers. Anna nearly fumbled the phone-- and the world lurched. 

The safe room made the warping effect both less nauseating and more confusing. There was no up or down, no left or right. All the light in the room, including the faint blue glow of Anna’s phone, was pulled into a single point as though it were water circling a drain. The light grew brighter and brighter becoming a blinding whorl of blue-tinged white. Then, with a brilliant pearlescent flash, it was over. 

The room popped back into focus and the light returned to its proper place. Everything looked exactly the same as when they had entered except Anna was missing. Elizabeth frowned, unimpressed. Her phone beeped and she pulled it out with a sigh. The Instagrand app was already in focus and she thumbed over to her notifications. Her follower count had grown from 2.3 million to 7.5 million! She gasped then squealed in delight. 

“You should not have done that,” Josh said nervously.           

“It’s fine,” Elizabeth said, too overjoyed at the dramatic increase in popularity to be annoyed at the tiny man’s nagging. “Everything is going to be just fine, wont it?” Elizabeth bent forward exposing a dusky canyon of cleavage through the keyhole in her dress and fixed her tiny guide with a well-practiced pout.

Josh wrung his hands together nervously for a long moment before saying, “I guess so.”

“Good!” Elizabeth straightened. “Now stop being such a downer so I can enjoy my vacation.” She opened her phone’s camera app and switched it to selfie mode, smiled charmingly, and snapped a photo. To fill in the caption she wrote, “First photo of vaca, this gon b huge!”