Emma's Growth Spurt, Chapter 33, Part 1

Hey everyone!  Here's the first part of the next "Emma" chapter!  I'm still working on the rest of it, and I'm also still working on the latest "Aaron Cooper" chapter as well.  I'll be posting both completed chapters here in the next few days.  Thanks so much for being patient -- this has been a tough month of writing for me!  But I'm excited for February, and I'll be posting the writing schedule in the next couple days.  In the meantime, enjoy the start to the next "Emma" chapter <3 <3 

Chapter 33

“I thought you said this thing was sturdy!” Emma complained as she climbed out of the torn trampoline.

“It…I mean…it was sturdy, Emma,” Alison replied through the megaphone, in evident shock.  The therapist shared an uneasy look with Dr. Jeltzin, and Daniel could see from their expressions that they had not anticipated this latest debacle at all.

“Well obviously not sturdy enough!” came Emma’s quick reply.  Daniel noticed that it was strangely unnerving for someone so huge to be responding so quickly…he hadn’t realized it, but in the back of his mind, he had always imagined, from all the stories he had heard as a child, that giants were slow in reacting and in carrying on a conversation.  But Emma was quite sharp, which made her hugeness even more imposing.  She had stepped out of the trampoline, and had put her hands on her hips, shaking her head down at the ruined contraption.

“I just…I can’t believe it!” she lamented, turning her head down and looking at Alison.  Daniel now saw that she actually looked quite upset.  “Now I can’t bounce anymore!  That was so much fun!  And now…now it’s just…all broken!”

Daniel found himself rushing up to her, having taken the megaphone from Alison.  He felt so bad for her, and sensed some impending tears.  He could hear the beginnings of a tremor in her voice, and he desperately wanted to make her feel better.

“It’s ok!  Emma, it’s ok!” he called up to her through the megaphone.  He was standing just a little ways away from her feet now, and it wasn’t lost on him that she was now so enormous compared to him that the top of his head didn’t even come close to the bottom of her calf muscle.  Her ankle bone was even with the middle of his thighs.  He had no idea how much she had grown, but at the moment, he wasn’t even concerned with any of that.  He just wanted to comfort and reassure her.

For a few seconds, Emma just kept standing there, shaking her head, with her big eyes beginning to turn a little glassy.  Suddenly, though, she blinked, seeming to snap out of something, and she took a step back and looked down at Daniel.

“Y-You…you already went as high as you could go, anyway!” he called up to her.  “Haha, I mean…there wasn’t anywhere else you could bounce, right?”

“Yeah…yeah, good thinking,” Dr. Jeltzin nodded to Daniel in encouragement, speaking in a low voice so that Emma couldn’t hear.  Daniel felt a shadow pass over him, and an instant later he had turned back and found himself airborne, his entire body wrapped up in Emma’s huge fingers.  He could feel the heat emanating from them – it didn’t burn him, but it was noticeable.  Was Emma running a fever?

A moment later her giant face was filling the panorama of his vision.  The glassiness of her eyes was conspicuous now, and Daniel could tell that she did not look happy at all.

“Put that thing away,” she murmured sullenly.  “I hate how it makes you sound.”

“Uh…wh-what…what th–oh…oh you mean the megaphone?”  Daniel held it up to her.

“Yeah,” Emma nodded.  Something huge moved underneath her chin, and Daniel felt a quick stab of instinctual fight-or-flight kick in.  But he quickly realized that it was only the movement of Emma’s neck slightly beneath him.  She had swallowed, apparently in an effort to keep herself composed.

“Oh…oh, ok, uh…you, you’d rather me talk to you in my real voice?” Daniel asked earnestly.

“That thing makes you sound like the rest of them,” Emma answered.  Her voice had taken on a monotone quality, and Daniel knew that she spoke in this deadpan way when she was trying to prevent her voice from betraying how emotional she was feeling.

“Ok yeah, you know, I actually feel the same way,” he smiled up at her.  “Thing kinda makes me feel like a robot speaking to you, or something.”

“Mhm,” Emma nodded, blinking.  She had started gently rubbing on the lower part of his back with the thumb of the hand that was holding him.  Daniel could see that she was already starting to feel comforted, and he felt emboldened.

“Mind if I use it just to talk to them down there for a sec?” he asked with a grin.  “My voice doesn’t really…uh…you know, carry like yours does.”

Emma blinked rapidly, and she blew out an exhale from her nostrils that watered Daniel’s eyes and bent his body back a little.  He didn’t care in the least, though, because he saw that she had broken into a smile.

“Hey!  Uh…you guys down there!” he called through the megaphone.

“What is it?” called up Dr. Jeltzin, cupping his hands around his mouth.

“I’m gonna drop the megaphone down!” Daniel announced, “Can one of you catch it?”

“Uhh…sure!” Jeltzin answered.  Daniel could see, even from this high up, that Jelztin and Alison were speaking to each other, glancing up periodically as they spoke.  A little ways off, he could see that a team of white-coated scientists had already been dispatched to the broken trampoline; they were examining it carefully, measuring things, writing things down, and so on.  And standing there a bit apart from the rest of them was a lone man, hands behind his back, supervising the process.  Daniel felt a surge of dislike – even though he was quite high up, and couldn’t see too clearly, he knew that it was Dr. Clinebell.  The warm, soft pressure of Emma’s thumb pressed even deeper into his back, and suddenly, he felt a surge of boldness.  He held the megaphone up to his mouth.

“You all didn’t really plan so well, did you?” he called out, addressing both Clinebell and the cadre of scientists around the trampoline.  He could see them all turn to look at him, and he took particular pleasure in watching Clinebell turn in place to stare up at him.  In Emma’s hand, he felt invincible.

“She’s outgrowing this place already!” Daniel laughed, and then, sensing that he had probably already said enough, he dropped the megaphone down into Jeltzin’s awaiting hands.  Daniel was enjoying watching them all down there, the little white-coated dolls, whispering to each other, moving around, just…just reacting…and having no idea what they were doing.  It occurred to Daniel that this was probably how Emma felt all the time.  But very quickly, his attention was diverted away from the scientists below, because Emma had rotated him around in her hand so that he was facing her head-on.  His heart warmed; he could tell from her bright smile that he had completely cheered her up.

“Oh Daniel!” she laughed, bringing him up to her huge lips and planting a series of wet kisses on his face and torso, “You’re so cute!”  Daniel willingly accepted the kisses (what choice did he have?), and he felt a liquid infusion of pleasure going through him as he gave in to the plush softness of her lips.  The giant spear of her tongue issued out, and the next thing he knew, Emma had wriggled it in between his legs, forcing them apart as she curled her tongue upward.  He was literally riding her tongue now, and she began sliding his body back and forth along the curved, wet surface, the huge muscle undulating gently underneath him.  He could see that the larger taste buds, towards the back of her tongue, looked almost like they were the size of tennis balls.

He didn’t really know what she was doing, but it all felt so good that he didn’t even care.  The self-conscious embarrassment he had felt when Alison had interrupted their intimacy just minutes before was gone.  He knew that dozens of people were watching what was happening, but something had clicked in his mind.

‘They’re all the way down there,’ he thought to himself, ‘And we’re up here.  Who cares what they think?’

After a bit more teasing and toying with him, Emma curled her tongue back into her mouth and held Daniel out a little more, so that she could see him easier.  She smacked her lips playfully at him.

“Mmmm, you’re tasty, you know that?” she giggled.  “Hahaha, I bet my tongue could beat you in a wrestling match – did you see how easily I forced your legs apart?”

“I…haha, yeah, I saw,” Daniel chuckled.  “And yeah, I’m…heh, you’re probably right.  But…but I’m not going down without a fight!

He balled up his fists in a boxing stance, and kicked his legs in the air.  Emma’s eyebrows went up and creased together.  It looked like she was about to melt from how precious she thought he was.

“Uhh, Emma?”  The crackle of Dr. Jeltzin’s voice in the megaphone interrupted their moment.  Daniel and Emma locked eyes, staring expressionlessly at each other for a moment.  The implicit understanding between them felt fun and rebellious.  It was almost like they were students in high school, getting caught making out in the hallway when they should have been in class.  But even still, Daniel caught something of exasperated twitch in Emma’s expression at having been interrupted.  He understood it, and felt it too.

“What?” she asked, the playful irritation in her voice only thinly disguised.

“It’s…it’s time for our workout, champ!”  Dr. Jeltzin’s voice rarely faltered, but there was something in her response, and in the way that she was looking down at him and Alison, that made his words catch a little in his mouth.

Later on that day, after her workout (during which she easily set new personal bests for squatting and deadlift, 24 tons and 22.5 tons, respectively), Miss Bissett came in to deliver a custom-made new shirt.  When she opened the large package it came in (Miss Bissett was sweet like this, wrapping Emma’s new clothes like presents), Emma put her hands up over her mouth and gasped out in delight:

“Oh my god, oh my GOD it’s sooooo cute!”  She had been sitting on her bed, but now she sprang up and was dancing around on her tiptoes like a little girl.  Daniel was watching from the bed, having just managed to stand back up after being knocked over by the bouncing force of the mattress after Emma had leapt up.  As usual, he was trying his best to ignore Aiden.  After her post-workout shower, Emma had brought him out of the night stand drawer, absentmindedly stuck the lower half of his body in her mouth, and sucked on him as she puttered around.  Daniel had felt a lurch in his stomach when he saw this, but he kept trying to remind himself that she didn’t mean anything personal by it.  He knew he wasn’t competing against this weirdo.  But it was still hard for him to just accept what was going on.  The fact that Emma could treat another person like a literal stuffed animal was still deeply unsettling to him.  But they had had a wonderful morning together, and he didn’t want to ruin it by letting the bizarreness of the situation get to him.  And so he just didn’t look at Aiden, who was sitting on the nightstand, doing his best to avoid looking at Daniel as well.

“Look at it Daniel!” Emma cried, shaking the shirt in front of him.  It was a bright pink, long-sleeved cotton shirt that had a cute cat face etched in black lines on its front, which covered the entire top part of the shirt.  From Daniel’s perspective, it looked like a theater curtain.

“Haha wow…it’s…it’s super cute!” he managed to say.

“And the best thing is…” Emma continued, letting her white robe drop at her feet, before bending down and slipping on the shirt, “It fits!  Wait, no…actually…haha!  It’s too big!  WAY too big!”

And it was.  Emma was laughing and giggling, flailing her arms around, delighting in how the excess fabric of the long sleeves went past her hands and fingers.

“Oh honey, I’m sorry!” called up Miss Bissett, “I made it too big!”

“Haha what!?  Are you kidding??” laughed Emma, reaching and stretching her arms high up, “It’s PERFECT!  God, I can’t wait to grow into this!”