Emma's Growth Spurt, Chapter 31, Part 1

I'm still working on the rest of this chapter -- I'll be posting the completed chapter in full next week.  In the meantime, enjoy this first part! <3 

Chapter 31

“But Emma, now I really want you to listen to me here,” Alison was saying.  The psychologist was leaning forward in her chair, her hands pressed together urgently in between her legs.  She was looking up at Emma, who was sitting up on the floor, sprawled a bit haphazardly against the wall.  Even though Emma was situated this way, Alison’s head didn’t even come up to Emma’s belly button, which was exposed, along with the rest of her slightly pudgy tummy, in between her tight workout spandex and a white t-shirt that didn’t really seem to fit anymore.

“I just don’t understand why I’m gaining all this weight all of a sudden,” Emma was murmuring to herself, seemingly oblivious to Alison’s words.  She was staring down at her stomach, gathering up the excess plumpness in her hands as she jiggled it slightly, frowning down at it in mild irritation.

“Emma?” Alison cut in after a short pause, her voice tinged with carefully-measured determination, “We were talking about Daniel, right?”

“Hmm?  Oh...yeah, of course,” Emma replied, looking up and blinking.  She knew that she had kind of drifted off there for a moment...that she had allowed the conversation to stall, right when they seemed to be getting to a crucial point.  But Emma had felt the impending anxiety of the conversation building around her, and all of the implications of what had been planned, and she had just wanted to back away from it all for a moment.  She had inwardly shrugged – these sessions were all for her benefit anyway, weren’t they?  She didn’t need to feel self-conscious about drifting off.  And in any case, she really was starting to worry about all this extra weight.

“Do you think all of this is because I’m so nervous that he’s coming?” asked Emma suddenly, shaking her belly at Alison.  “I mean...how fat I’ve gotten and everything?”

“Emmaaaa,” chuckled Alison, shaking her head, “You haven’t gotten fat!”

“Well whaddya call this then!?” Emma exclaimed, again vibrating her exposed stomach with her hands.  She jerked her left leg up to reposition herself against the wall, and in the process nearly flipped Alison and her chair upside down.

“Whoa, easy there girl!” Alison cautioned, reeling in her seat from the proximity of Emma’s huge foot.

“What?” asked Emma blankly.  But then she saw Alison backing her chair up along the floor, and she seemed to understand.  “Uhh, oh...oh did I almost knock you over?”

Alison nodded, making no secret of the brief scare she had felt.  Emma felt a stab of remorse inside her, even as she simultaneously felt a little annoyed that any of this stuff was an issue.

‘If she was so scared of me, she should sit farther away,’ said a voice in her head.  But outwardly, she gave preference to her remorse.

“I’m sorry...” Emma said quietly.  “I’m just...I guess I’m just feeling...overwhelmed right now...by everything.”

“Well, see, that’s what I wanted to talk with you about, Emma,” Alison replied gently, scooting her chair forward again.  “And that’s why I was saying that I really wanted you to listen to me here.  Are you listening, Emma?”

“Mhm,” Emma nodded.  Even if she sometimes got annoyed with Alison for talking down to her, or treating her like a child, or being too “deep” and “philosophical” about some stuff, she couldn’t deny that, in moments like these, she actually enjoyed how much Alison talked her through things, and how intense she could be.  It made Emma feel like she was being cared for, and in these snippets of interaction, it didn’t matter that Alison was the size of her shinbone.

“I know that you and Daniel have already exchanged all those messages online,” Alison began, emphasizing each word as carefully and gently as she could, while still maintaining her firm tone.  “I know that you feel like you’ve reached a good spot mentally, emotionally, to where you feel like you can see him again.”

Emma nodded, listening.  It had been a couple weeks since her new world, her new life, had turned upside down when she had come across Daniel’s message on her Onlyfans.  Emma hadn’t even noticed the $15,000 tip he had sent her at first – his last name was unusual enough that, scrolling through her messages, she had recognized it and latched onto it instantly.

“I wasn’t trying to bribe you!” Daniel had later said, after the two of them had exchanged dozens of heartfelt, apologetic messages.  “I was at the end of my rope, and that money was all I had and I thought I’d just send it all, to try and just get your attention somehow!”

All of this was flashing quickly through Emma’s head as she listened to Alison, and she had to remind herself not to let her thoughts wander.  Her therapist really did care about her, after all, and despite her little bursts of irritation, Emma wanted to make sure that Alison knew that she appreciated her presence, and that she didn’t take it for granted.

“But let me just say, Emma,” Alison continued, “That you are absolutely free to change your mind, at any point.  Do you understand that?  You didn’t sign a contract or anything.  You can always back out of this if you don’t feel like you’re ready.”

Emma nodded once more, and again she shifted her body up against the wall, now bringing her knees up toward her chest.  As she did so, she felt a little something squirming in between her tits, but she didn’t really think much of it.  A moment later, Alison noticed that Aiden had popped his head out from in between Emma’s breasts, gasping heavily.

“Emma!” called Alison, pointing up at him, “Are you...are you watching him!?”

“Him?  Who?” asked Emma blankly, but then she saw where Alison was pointing and looked down.  Her eyes fell on Aiden’s naked little body trying to wiggle itself out from in between her breasts, which had become pressed together when she had shifted her knees up towards her body.

“Oh, this,” she chuckled, jostling her breasts open a bit to give Aiden a bit of space to pull himself up.  Absently, she held out her hand, palm-down, and Aiden climbed on top of it.  Emma then brought her hand up to her face and sniffed his body a few times, prodding her tongue around the underside of Aiden’s stomach.  All the while, she wasn’t even looking at him; she was looking at Alison.  The psychologist blinked a few times, watching the interaction closely.  The next few moments passed by in silence, and at first Emma wasn’t quite sure what Alison was waiting for.  They had been in the middle of an important conversation, after all.  But when Emma stopped absently licking the underside of Aiden’s belly and tossed him up in the air a few feet, catching him upside down by his ankles, she saw Alison’s eyes follow his body.

‘She’s nervous,’ thought Emma suddenly.  ‘She’s worried about something…’  A moment later, Alison had recognized Emma’s knowing look, and she spoke up:

“You are being gentle with him, aren’t you?”

“Gentle?” Emma asked, puzzled, tilting her head sideways to look at Aiden as she held him upside down by his ankles, “What do you mean?”

“It’s just that I’m a little concerned that...that maybe sometimes you forget about him...and I know you don’t mean to Emma, really, I know...but he’s just so small compared to you and I’m just...just making sure that you’re keeping the rules in mind.”

“The rules?”  Emma was still puzzled.  What was Alison saying!?  Was she actually bringing up the rules, as if to insinuate that she was….hurting her little bear!?  She felt a flashing stab of hot emotion behind her breasts, and she didn’t really know what it was.  Anger?  Resentment?  Fear?  She had no idea.  All she knew was that it passed through her mind very quickly, and that, upon staring at Aiden’s little naked dangling body in her grasp, she felt herself giggling.  As always, his little cock was hard, and she extended the tip of her pinkie down and started flicking it rapidly up and down against Aiden’s protruding appendage.  He groaned out and started squirming upside down in her hand.

“Haha I, uhhh...the rules, yeah!” chuckled Emma, momentarily distracted by Aiden’s tiny body.  “Uhm...I...of course...heheh, I mean, sorry, just a second...haha, see watch this, he can never keep it in when I do this.”

With her pinkie now speeding up against his cock even faster, she held Aiden directly up to her face, rotating her arm so that he was looking directly into the top of her face.  Her eyes went wide as she opened her mouth in an exaggerated, mirthful smile, not unlike the way adults play with babies.

“OH!” she exclaimed in a deep, embellished voice, as she shook her head back and forth, “OH is he gonna pop!?  Is my little bear gonna pop??  Ohhhhh yeahyeahyeah!  I think he is!”

“Emma…” began Alison, rolling her eyes a little as she hunched forward in her chair, putting her hands together again in between her legs.

“Waitwait, just a sec...it’s almost there!” giggled Emma, and then her voice changed again as she switched back to addressing Aiden.  “OOHHH soooooo close!  Can’t hold it in, can youuuuu?”  She brought him even closer to her face, so that his head was bumping up against the top bridge of her nose.  Her eyes went even wider as she shook her head back and forth with increased vigor, bumping his head softly with her nose over and over.

“Ooooooooo you just can’t help it, little bear!  POP!  Heheheheh!  Mmmmmmmm, POP!”

Aiden uttered a helpless squeal of submissive release as he shot out his cum, dotting the inside of Emma’s wrist.  She inhaled through her nose and blinked lusciously at him for a few moments, before finally exhaling, blowing Aiden’s hair back in the process.  The exultant smile on her face dropped off, and she started gently flicking his dangling body with her fingers, watching him sway upside down as she played with him like a dangling ornament.  Alison watched closely from below, hiding the discomfort she felt.  Whenever Emma got into her little fits of child-like playfulness with Aiden, it was always best just to wait them out -- they never lasted very long, especially now.  Studying Emma’s expression, Alison saw that her mirth had worn off even quicker than usual.  Emma was just sitting there, lounging against the wall, with a distant, almost-bored look on her face as she gently batted his body back and forth with her fingers.  Weeks before, Emma would have licked up the little dots of cum on her wrist, giggling and teasing Aiden as she did so.  But now, she seemed to have completely forgotten about it.

After a few more silent seconds, Emma sighed out again.  It wasn’t petulant or annoyed or...anything, really.  It was just a long, heavy sigh, and she seemed to be staring straight through Aiden, even as she continued playing around absently with his limbs.  Then, as if suddenly coming to her senses, her eyes averted downward and made contact with Alison.

“So...anyway, what were we talking about?” murmured Emma.  She turned Aiden rightside-up and stashed him back in between her breasts, making him disappear from view.

“I was just saying,” Alison replied, scooting her chair forward once more, “That it would be totally ok if you wanted to postpone the --”

“OH yeah, that’s right,” Emma nodded.  “But I don’t.  I mean...I feel anxious about it.  I’ve been thinking about him all the time.”  She stared out towards the open hanger.  The sun was beginning to set behind the mountains, shooting the sky full of deep, brilliant reds and oranges.

“I think about him constantly now,” Emma murmured, looking at the sunset.  “I can’t stop.  He’s said all the right things, he’s…”  She glanced down at Alison again.  “And...like, look, I know that, you know, even just a couple months ago I didn’t even wanna even talk about him, but I don’t know...things just...they just feel…”

“Different, yes,” nodded Alison, “It’s ok Emma, you don’t have to justify your feelings to me.  Things change.  People change.  We process our emotions in all kinds of ways, oftentimes in ways that we’re not even aware of.  When you saw his message…”

“Everything just kinda clicked,” finished Emma.  That was definitely the way to put it.  She couldn’t explain the whole crazy process to herself, but ever since her eyes had frozen on Daniel’s message, everything had taken off in her brain.  It had been a wild ride that she was only beginning to wrap her head around.  She had vague memories of holding her face in her hands and crying, and the doctors ushering Aiden away for his own safety, and her yelling something at the top of her lungs, glass things breaking...and a few other muddled things...but then she had calmed down and read his message over a hundred times, and then a hundred times again.  The whole time she had been crying, but eventually, her tears came to mean something different than what they had initially.  He wanted her BACK.  And she had not been able to lie to herself, not for a moment.  She WANTED him back.