iVortex 2 - Chapter 4

Chapter 4

If there was such a thing as heaven on earth, Josh was in it.

Massive mounds of cream colored flesh piled up to his eyes and forced his arms against his side. His legs were buried in deep cleavage that rose to his chin and spilled over either side of his lap.  If it were not for the table supporting their weight Elizabeth’s bosom would have crushed him. Instead her big tits lay over him like a warm thick blanket smelling faintly of perfume and the natural scent of her body- a musky pleasant smell that he wanted to drink in. Deep between her mounds his shaft stiffened. Nervous, he watched for some reaction but Elizabeth did not seem to notice, her attention focused somewhere behind him.

Josh twisted, curious as to what held her attention but with her tits pinning him in place he could not see. A subtle beep behind told him everything- she was on her phone. A twinge of humiliation shot through Josh, he was having a near-religious experience with the girl of his dreams and she was more interested in playing with apps. “Omigod,” Elizabeth rumbled. “It’s starting the show is starting.” Intro music buzzed from speaker on her phone and a fancy female broadcasting voice introduced Amber Stone.

There was nothing new to see, Josh had watched the whole thing from the dressing room earlier that evening. Besides copies of the clip would be all over the internet for weeks, and he had the real living breathing Elizabeth right next to him. On top of me, technically, Josh thought as he tried to wriggle his arms free of the prison of her cleavage. “Stop squirming,” Elizabeth complained and pressed a single finger against his back and shoved him deeper into her cleavage. He grunted as the upper swells of her breasts squished against his face, making it difficult to open his mouth. Josh pulled desperate breaths through his nose and Elizabeth’s powerful scent infiltrated his sinuses, generating a swell of dizziness. 

“I look good,” Elizabeth purred. “Don’t I look good?” Josh wanted to respond but his lower jaw was firmly wedged in the tight canyon of her cleavage. A finger, probably the same one that had buried him in tit, sank into the valley of flesh in front of his face and parted the curved walls. Josh sucked in a gulp of air. Elizabeth said, “Well? Speak up!” 

“Yes!” Josh replied. “You look amazing.” His attention was entirely on the wealth of cleavage he was buried in rather than the screen but Elizabeth did not seem to notice. Her attention was already back on her phone, leaving finger idly dipped in decolletage. Josh sighed in relief, no longer struggling to breathe. Before long the weight of her bust brought other problems and he began to lose circulation in his legs. The excitement of being buried in “Berries” chest was strong enough that it outweighed the discomfort, but the longer he remained trapped the harder the pain was to ignore. His watch, a mandatory Vortex Vacations accessory, buzzed in warning.  

“Omigod!” Elizabeth squealed, a sound not unlike a high pitched air raid siren. Had his arms not been trapped Josh would have clapped his hands over his ears to block out the shrill sound. “I’m getting so many follows!” Elizabeth trilled. “Omigod they love me! And ooo, this is the best part.” Josh tried to turn his head far enough around to catch what Elizabeth was gushing about but he was too firmly pinned to see further than her wrists. Whatever it was caused Elizabeth to moan, sending vibrations shuddering through him. It was a sexual moan, the kind associated with witnessing something incredibly sexy. Elizabeth was getting aroused from watching herself, Josh realized with a start. He could only imagine the level of narcissism necessary for that to happen, not that he was in any position to judge. Though his legs had gone numb his cock was rock hard. “It’s happening!” Elizabeth gushed and before he could ask what she meant, she began to grow.

If Elizabeth had been sitting up straight her breasts would have rose away from Josh as her torso lengthened and her rear filled out. Instead, she grew across the table. Her breasts thrust forward, wobbling over him in a soft steamroller of flesh. Discomfort quickly morphed into pain, literal tons of tits crushing down on his body. Her cleavage tightened as more and more bust tried to occupy the same amount of space. The upper curves of her tits swallowed his head in seconds and he was plunged into hot, sweaty darkness. The weight pressing down on him increased steadily, rising from uncomfortable to unbearable. Pressure at his temples made his head feel like it was going to pop like a grape. The rest of his body was a confused mass of agony, the alarm on his watch beeped rapidly in warning. 

A new sensation suddenly swept over Josh, a numbness that permeated every cell of his body and simultaneously dulled his senses. Crushing agony reduced to severe discomfort. After a moment’s confusion Josh recalled his training- he was in Stasis. In an effort to protect their employees from the rigors of dangerous dimensions Vortex Industries had developed a system that “places one out of phase with reality”. Josh had no real understanding what that meant, but the way it had been explained to him was this: a person’s experience would be reduced by the percent necessary to keep them healthy. The example given was that if he put his hands too close to a fire he might only experience about 90% of the heat. However if he were to be trapped in a burning building he would only experience around 10% of the heat. The more intense the threat to his life, the greater the reduction.

Of course Stasis came with side-effects, chief among them was a universal reduction in sensory experience. So even though he could still hear and sense temperature and see- all of his senses were being reduced by the amount necessary to keep him from being crushed into a paste by Elizabeth’s weighty bust. All of this information flashed through Josh’s mind in the space of a few seconds. Long enough for Elizabeth to finish her growth spurt and release a cry of sheer ecstacy. The weighty walls around Josh shifted and swelled and for a moment he thought she was growing again- but then he saw the tips of her fingers through the dim haze of stasis. Elizabeth was kneading her breasts. They surged and compressed around him and his senses warped in accordance with the pressure she applied to his trapped form.

After seconds that felt like hours she finally released her tits and they slapped back onto the table with a muted whump of sound. The heaving walls of flesh parted and Josh’s senses came roaring back- a flood of pain. His body ached from head to toe as though he had been, well, crushed by a giant pair of tits. Stasis was, apparently, far from perfect. Josh gasped and stumbled, catching himself from falling against the smooth soft surface of one of the boob’s that had recently been tormenting him. He looked up, blinked rapidly as his vision cleared, and got his first good look at the new Elizabeth.

She towered over him more than before, but he was too disoriented to gauge her height. His watch beeped to notify him that the ‘decompression’ process post-stasis had ended and another notice appeared on top of it. It contained a readout of Elizabeth’s vital statistics and even her ‘satisfaction level’, a stat that Vortex Vacation training had told him repeatedly to prioritize. Elizabeth’s satisfaction was well in the green at 92%, but that was not the data that caught his eye. Beneath her vitals a small section covered physical attributes, including height.

Thirty two feet tall. 

His eyes rapidly roamed across her expanded form. Her body was proportionately larger- her head swollen to the size of a large honeydew. Her shoulders as wide as a linebacker’s and her arms though slender in comparison to the rest of her body, would put any average woman to shame with their length and the grapefruit sized muscles that bunched beneath her skin. Her bust had enlarged- even in proportion to her body and sat fat and ripe to either side of him like prize cantaloupes capped with pink nipples taut with excitement.

Elizabeth had grown from average female height to amazonian proportions in a single bound. Whatever threshold was required for her to grow had been crossed due to the publicity from her late night television appearance, and the curved display of pearly white teeth that slashed across her model’s features said everything he needed to know about her mood, watch be damned. “Oh, YES!” Elizabeth exulted. “Did you see that? That felt so, so good.” She rose, her breasts lifting to either side of him like zeppelins taking flight. Without a word she turned and headed towards the bathroom leaving Josh gaping at her bouncing backside like fish out of water. Like her bust, her ass had grown out of proportion to the rest of her. The difference was not major, but noticeable. Elizabeth was getting even curvier as she grew.

A beep came from behind Josh and he turned to see her phone’s screen light up. It was open to her Instagrand page. Her follower count was ticking upward faster the national debt, 11.8 million and counting. The shower sputtered on in the other room as Josh surveyed the tall screen of Elizabeth’s phone. He caught the text in the notice that had first grabbed his attention. #BouncingBerries was trending on social media. Elizabeth had gone viral... And she did not even know it.

Josh was left free to wander around Elizabeth’s suite. The rooms were situated on a high floor of a fancy hotel downtown, the kind of place that had teams of luggage men ready to carry women’s things up to their rooms. The men worked in teams, strapping ropes around rolling trolleys that they could pull down hallways like teams of horses pulling a carriage. The work required a dozen men to move a bag and more for the truly heavy items. Josh did not envy them. His job at Vortex Vacations was cushy by comparison. One of the reasons he was so intent on keeping it, the bottom of the work ladder was a long way down.

The room was fancy without being garish- everything simple yet high quality. The sheets were plain white and silken, the television was a large flat panel tastefully recessed into the wall with a wooden cupboard around it so that it could be hidden from sight, the wooden furniture was embellished with engravings in the shapes of vines and leaves. And all around lay plush rugs and inoffensive decorations. The room must have cost a fortune, but then Elizabeth came from a wealthy family so that made sense. Josh hopped down from the table onto the bed. The soft surface gave unevenly beneath his feet and he stumbled before regaining his balance at the edge of the bed. The distance to the floor was a little more than twice his height and he realized for the first time that the world had not grown to fit Elizabeth’s new stature.

That was the problem with infinite realities, there were no set laws for travelling through the Vortex.

Rather than rebuild all of reality to account for Elizabeth’s increased size the Vortex had taken a far simpler approach and simply grown her from an average height woman to a towering amazon. He wondered what other changes her growth had precipitated, but without venturing outside or spending considerable time digging on the internet there was no easy way to tell. That was the other problem with Vortex travel, and the reason Josh had a job. No one knew exactly what was different about any given reality and it was the guide’s role to discover as much as they could and relay that information to the client so that they would not be taken by surprise when it turned out wearing red on Thursday was taboo. Or some other inconvenient detail of society.

“Guide!” Elizabeth’s voice echoed from the bathroom over the sound of running water. “Bring me my shampoo, it’s in my bag.” Josh scowled, not thrilled by being referred to as ‘guide’ or by being asked to do menial labor. It certainly wasn’t his job to wait on travellers hand and foot… But then he had not gotten the highest scores in his class for customer satisfaction for nothing. He found Elizabeth’s travel bag near the door where the bellboys had left it. The first part he opened was packed with her clothes and Josh was about to zip it closed when he saw a lacy stretch of fabric adorned with two rows of hooks. Elizabeth’s brassiere. And not just any bra, but one she had worn in an Instagrand video. He had lost count of how many times he had cum watching that video, it was one of her best. Josh glanced nervously across the room at the closed door to the bathroom, not fully aware of what he was doing until his hands moved of their own accord and snatched the thick band of the undergarment. He pulled.

Trapped beneath some other article of clothing the bra did not budge. Another tug proved equally useless and Josh stopped pulling abruptly. What am I doing, he thought, this is crazy. He was about to release his hold on the underwear when he caught sight of a tag poking from beneath the band. Unable to contain his curiosity he twisted the band and revealed the tag in full. It read: 

Goddess 34 DDD

“Hurry up!” Elizabeth called impatiently. Josh nearly jumped out of his skin, his heart racing like a locomotive as he shoved the tag back beneath the bra and tried to make the contents appear undisturbed. He wasted no more time, quickly locating the side pocket that held Elizabeth’s toiletries. The bottle of shampoo was travel sized which meant as big as his torso and nearly full- which made it exceptionally heavy and difficult to carry. He managed, walking like a penguin with the bottle pressed against his chest he tottered the long distance to the bathroom over to the door. Steam was seeping through a crack, Elizabeth had probably left the door slightly ajar for the express purpose. For Josh it meant that slipping inside was a bit less impossible, but the gap was not wide enough.

He used the shampoo as a battering ram, slamming it against the base of the door and feeling the impact rebound painfully against his chest. Not strong enough to trigger Stasis, but not comfortable either. The door swung open a little wider before slowing abruptly to a stop with a soft scraping sound. Josh waddled through the opening and saw where the bottom edge of the door had ground to a halt against a fuzzy bath mat. Elizabeth’s clothes were dumped in a unceremonious pile, except her bra which dangled from the nearby towel rack. “About time,” Elizabeth grouched. Josh looked up through the light mist and his jaw dropped open.

The shower was encased in crystal clear glass that was just starting to fog with humidity and not nearly opaque enough to conceal the statuesque body it contained. Water ran in sudsy rivulets down Elizabeth’s naked curves, little rivers wound around the pornographic topography of her mountainous body before splashing softly to the floor. Josh averted his eyes in an instant, simultaneously alarmed and aroused. He had been so focused on delivering the shampoo he had given no thought to Elizabeth’s modesty. A huge hand reached down and plucked the shampoo from his arms with a soft giggle that Josh took as permission to look up from the floor. His eyes settled somewhere around her knees. He yearned to look higher, to inspect the mighty pillars of her thighs, the triangular forest tucked between them, and more. “Mmm, look at you. So polite,” Elizabeth cooed teasingly. “Close the door,” she ordered and Josh started to leave. He was halfway through the crack when her voice rang out again, “I didn’t tell you to leave. Just shut the door.” 

Josh stopped awkwardly mid-step and had to lean against the door frame to catch his balance. Without consulting his brain his hands pushed softly, then more firmly against the door. With a grunt of effort and a soft creak of hinges the door swung shut and stopped when the latch bumped against the lock. Josh strained and sweat beaded on his forehead, mingling with the growing damp from the shower steam, but he lacked the strength to force the door closed any further. He turned back shoulders slumped with shame and expecting criticism but rather than a reprimand he was greeted with a soft moan. His eyes began to roam up her body and froze at her knees, his head still tilted down to protect her modesty.     

“It’s okay. You can look,” Elizabeth said in a slightly breathless voice. Josh froze, was this some sort of test? “I want you to look,” the giantess urged. Test be damned, Josh looked. Her legs might have been molded from bronze, tanned and flawless her calves arced gracefully up to the thick pillars of her thighs. Elizabeth was far from fat, but the fullness of her thighs left no room for a gap. A hand was plunged between them at their apex and he immediately understood the cause for the moan and sudden sensuality in her tone. Elizabeth was pleasuring herself, fingers working feverishly between her thighs.

Shocked, Josh’s eyes scanned quickly up Elizabeth’s body, past the suds collected at the top of her muff, over the sheet of water cascading down her abdomen, up the delicious balcony of her bust, and settled on her face. Her cheeks were flushed, lips parted, and her eyes stared somewhere far overhead fixated on whatever they saw there. Josh turned to see what had so entranced the giantess. He found the mirror. The silvery plane occupied the entire back of the bathroom door and reflected Elizabeth’s lewd performance. She was masturbating to the sight of herself. Josh could relate, he wanted badly to join her. None of Berries Instagrand videos were this explicit- or this close.

And she was getting off to the sight of her own body. Words like narcissism and crazy flitted through the back of Josh’s mind. The very back. The front of his thoughts was occupied with etching every last curve of Elizabeth’s naked body into his memory. He imagined that instead of her hand it was him trapped between her thighs and as though she could hear his thoughts another soft moan echoed through the bathroom. A twitch of ecstacy through water splashing away from Elizabeth’s body and she tilted back her head, eyes rolling, and released a long shuddering moan of pleasure. 

Josh’s body responded instantly, an erection tenting painfully against his pants. He ignored it, watching Elizabeth’s eyes shut and her tongue dart out to sensually pull in her lower lip as her teeth bit down gently. Suddenly her eyes snapped open and locked on to him. “Like what you see?” she purred. Josh nodded, too awed for words. “Is this better?” Elizabeth said, cupping one breast so that it rose slightly above the level of its twin. “Or this?” she turned with a speed that whipped water from her hair onto the steamy glass. Her ass, broad and deep had collected a small puddle of water and suds at the top of her crack where it thrust dramatically from her back. On a less voluptuous girl the water would have easily escaped to the floor. Elizabeth’s rear was so ample that the upper crevice probably held enough water for him to bathe in. She continued twisting so that her angle of her almost perpendicular to her hips. A large gravity defying tit projected from the front of her torso in profile and Josh immediately recognized the popular pin-up pose. “Well?” Elizabeth.

In response something nonsensical tumbled from Josh’s lips. The blood that ought to have been powering his brain had rushed south and left him gawping. She continued staring at him until he managed to produce an underwhelming, “Wow.” Elizabeth smiled merrily as though he had paid her the highest of compliments. Her fingers wrapped around the supple skin of her exposed left breast and squeezed so that flesh overflowed her fingers. The fingers of her other hand were out of sight, masked by her rotund rear. Elizabeth must have followed his gaze because she spread her legs and bent forward to reveal the pink gash of her sex, framed by the swollen cheeks of her ass and invaded by a frenzied blur of thrusting fingers. “Mmmmm.” Her body trembled with a erotic tension and her voice was tight with focused arousal, “This is the one,” she said. Her eyes were fixed overhead again. Josh did not need to turn to see what was in the mirror, he knew exactly what she meant. With a groan his pants flooded with hot, sticky cum.

Josh slouched where he stood as orgasm rocketed through his body, weakening his knees and making his teeth clench to prevent a howl of primal lust. His eyes were locked open, drinking in the sight of Elizabeth’s self-induced ecstacy. Liquid sprayed from the fingertips that wildly twitched across the top of her sex and it was not clear if it was water or her juices- probably both. The sight drove Josh to his knees as the wet spot on his pants spread into an embarrassing degree. Finally it ended.

Shaking with post-orgasmic bliss Josh still could not look away. Elizabeth’s moans rose, drowning out the gentle hiss of the shower. Then her back went straight, her fingers froze, and she cried out, whimpering with pleasure as juices dribbled from her pussy to mix with the rivulets of water already running down her thighs. Again Josh etched every moment into his memory, capturing the most erotic moment of his life. When Elizabeth’s breathing steadied again the shower was over. Droplets the size of softballs fell from her titanic body and splashed to the floor, releasing explosions of smaller droplets. 

The glass door popped open and Josh startled, realizing how fogged the glass had become. Elizabeth looked so much more vibrant- more real without the shower door between them. Noting her closed eyes he took a nervous step backward and found himself dodging a hail of water droplets as her hair wooshed overhead and into a towel that she quickly wound her hair up in. Then she crouched down so that Josh’s head was nearly level with the puffy pink lips of her pussy, and through the clean smell of soap he caught the sharper tang of her sex. And also a lower, buzzing sound that he had not noticed before with the noise of the shower. Unable to tear his gaze away he watched fingers the size of logs plunge between the massive lips of her sex and extract something plastic. She thumbed a button that was disguised as a cap and he realized what the object was as she pushed it towards him. A shampoo bottle shaped vibrator. Josh caught it on his chest with a soft grunt, fingers slipping against the juice slicked plastic. The smell of her sex was so powerful his head swam.

“Put that back in my bag,” Elizabeth ordered. “And find me something to eat.”