Emma's Growth Spurt, Chapter 34, Part 1 (Patreon)

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Chapter 34

“But that’s not at all what even our most gratuitous trajectories were indicating!” whispered Dr. Farley apprehensively to a closed circle of Dr. Clinebell, Alison, Dr. Jeltzin, and a few others who were anxiously leaning their heads together in the main hangar of the Facility.  About a hundred yards away, Emma was sitting down on the smooth floor, leaning back on the pillars of her arms, each nearly 17 feet tall, as she delightedly watched Daniel tying up her new high-top wedge sneakers that Miss Bissett had made for her.  It turned out that the venerable French fashion designer had anticipated Emma’s most recent growth spurt with much more accurate foresight than the assembled scientists.

“Oh but I didn’t really know what was going to happen,” Miss Bissett had laughed graciously after receiving notice that Emma needed new shoes, “I just thought it best to plan ahead…just in case.”

Daniel was perched on the third rung of a wooden stepladder, awkwardly flopping around the gigantic shoelaces in an attempt to tie them.  His difficulty was understandable, considering that the laces were each about twice as long and thick as garden hoses.  Emma’s lips kept twitching as she fought to contain her laughter – of course, she could have tied up her wedges in a flash, but it was much more fun this way.  Daniel just looked so precious down there on his little stepladder, struggling with her shoelaces, having to start and restart over again a few times.  He was so deliciously small compared to everything about her now.  Her high-top wedges went all the way up to her mid-shin, right where the bottom of her calf muscle began – a full 6’10 high.  Being “only” 6’1, Daniel needed several rungs of the ladder to reach the top of her shoes, and Emma had nearly been overcome with giggles when, upon reaching his desired height, Daniel had caught up one of the shoelaces and nearly lost his balance because of the unexpected weight of the lace itself.

“Haha careful!” she had laughed, lifting one of her hands up to her mouth while bracing the entire rest of her weight on one arm.  “I don’t want my little handyman getting hurt!”

“Some boyfriends change the lightbulbs for their significant others,” called Daniel up to her, shaking his head, “Some of them kill the bugs…and some others do the dishes or the laundry.  But not me!  No…I tie the shoes!”

The two of them laughed together, with Emma’s girlish delight rumbling over Daniel’s like exuberant thunder.

“Now let’s not start getting ourselves all tied up in a tizzy here,” Dr. Jeltzin was whispering, as he flexed and unflexed his hands together in a clasping motion.  He performed this motion unconsciously whenever he was excited or anxious.  “We had discussed this kind of, um…this kind of size before.”

“Yeah, like in faraway, freakish hypotheticals!” hissed a wide-eyed Dr. Farley back at him.  “And nothing, nothing, like we just saw!”

“She just grew 4 feet,” breathed Alison, her shock making her tone deadpan, “In, like…under 2 minutes.”

Dr. Jeltzin opened his mouth to respond, but then closed it, shrugging his shoulders and looking down as he nodded.  It wasn’t often that he was at a loss for words, especially when it came to Emma, but there just wasn’t anything he could say in response to the unprecedented growth spurt that had just happened.  The rumbling delight of Emma’s laughter filled the silence in between the scientists, as they all looked around at each other, unable to respond to what they had clearly not been prepared for.  Inevitably, all their eyes came to rest on Dr. Clinebell, who was the only one among them not staring in amongst the circle.  Instead, he was looking up, across the hanger, directly at Emma’s face.  She was busy teasing Daniel about not being able to even tie a knot with her gigantic shoelaces, and, in any case, didn’t seem to be at all concerned about anything other than her boyfriend.

Dr. Clinebell’s eyes narrowed, honing in on her expression.  Her eyes were sparkling, crinkled up in the corners, with her laughter…her mouth was open in mock-surprise, teasing Daniel, in response to something he had just said…or maybe it was because the weight of the shoelace had nearly caused him to fall off the stepladder…her face, her face.  He honed in on that expression she kept making.  What was it?  She would close her mouth and hold her head high, staring down her nose at Daniel, and her eyes appeared to harden, even as those full lips of hers widened in a trembling smile, a smile that inevitably broke out again into laughter each time.  What was she doing?

“Clinebell?”

Jeltzin’s voice snapped him back into the huddled circle.  Everyone was staring at him, looking, waiting, searching, for something to go off of, for some kind of reaction from the man who was in charge.  Dr. Clinebell blinked, understanding that he needed to say something, but for a few seconds too long, nothing came.  He heaved a sigh in and out through his nose.  Alison looked particularly anxious as her eyes went back and forth from Jeltzin to Clinebell.

“We’re in uncharted waters,” Dr. Clinebell declared quietly, after a few more seconds.  “We’ve got to be honest here.  None of us expected this, me least of all.”

He turned back to look at Emma, who had seized Daniel by his foot and was now dangling him upside-down in front of her face, her head tilted to the side, as she teased him with a suggestion of her gently-spearing tongue, tapping him in the face.  She was delicately swinging his body back and forth in her hand, so that his face swayed into her awaiting tongue, and then away, and then back into it again.  Their laughter echoed off the Facility’s concrete walls…walls which had been reinforced with steel bars for extra durability.  They had seemed impenetrable before, but now, the scientists were glancing nervously around, their eyes finding the hanger’s rafters, the vents high in the ceiling, and even the open entrance to the entire Facility, the entrance that they all knew was well-guarded with an array of deterrent measures that would surely keep Emma from escaping.  Surely…

“She’s getting TOO big,” Dr. Farley said bluntly in a low voice.  “This is too much…we’ve got to think of somewhere else to put her.  She can’t stay here.”

“So what, we hollow out the mountain over there and stick her inside it?” snapped Alison.  “She’s got what she needs here.”

“But this place is designed for 45 feet…tops,” Dr. Farley retorted immediately.  “She’s already far exceeded that, and is still growing, apparently even faster now.  It’s a safety issue, Alison.  For us.”

“It’s not,” Dr. Clinebell declared quietly.

Everyone turned to look at him again.  He stared around at them all, each one in turn, as he continued meaningfully:

“Our deterrent measures are still in place, both for the prospect of her escape, and, as I think Dr. Farley just touched on, the prospect of her disobedience.  It may very well be that we have to use some of our more…coercive methods to remind her of the rules here.  And we must prepare for that.  But we’re still in control here.  Her growth has surprised us, yes…but we will not be deviating from our responsibilities here.  None of us.  Is that understood?”

They all nodded silently.  Dr. Clinebell’s words seemed to have reassured them, at least for the moment, but just then, a din of thunderous laughter banged around them.  Emma was now standing in her new wedge-heeled converses, a shocking 54’2 with the added 3-foot heel, with her arms folded across her full chest.  Daniel was busy trying to climb up her leg, like she was a tree, and whenever she got close to the top of her converse boot, she started flexing her thigh, causing him to lose his hold and fall back down onto the pillow she had laid out on the floor below him.

The following several days proved to be a cyclonic and tempestuous affair for the Facility staff, but as far as Emma was concerned, she was having the time of her life.  First and foremost, Daniel was with her…always…and his presence gave her a constant sense of warmth and security, despite the obviously volatile nature of her recent growth spurts.  No matter what she was doing, whether it was performing her morning yoga routine, eating breakfast, working out with Dr. Jeltzin, lying down for a series of tests, or just surfing the internet on her increasingly-tiny tablet, Daniel was close by, either watching her, or, if he could, participating in the activities themselves.  He tried his best to mimic her flexibility during yoga, but it wasn’t close – because she was a woman, and because she had been doing yoga a lot longer, Emma was far more flexible, to the point where she had taken to routinely teasing him about his inability to mirror her more complex poses.

“Hahaha oh come on, Daniel!” she laughed one day, while she was in the midst of a tittibhasana pose, with both hands planted on the floor in front of her, her arms holding her entire frame airborne, with her legs spread out in an upside-down “V” shape, parallel to the floor.  “It’s not really that hard!”’

“Uggggh!  Yes it is!” he replied, crumpling back to the floor after his fifth failed attempt in a row.  “I’m not strong enough!”

“It’s not just about strength, silly!” Emma coached, shaking her head as she maintained the pose easily, “It’s about patience and balance too!”

“Well apparently I don’t have those either!” Daniel sighed.  He stood up, staring up at the incredible sight before him.  He spent all his time with Emma these days, but even still, he hadn’t gotten used to how big she had become.  Even holding this pose, she still towered above him, with her head reaching over 15 feet.  Daniel couldn’t help but admire Emma’s flawless technique, but the sheer strength in her arms, to hold up that much weight without even shaking, was the thing that impressed him the most.

‘I weigh less than 200 pounds,’ he thought helplessly, ‘And I can’t even hold myself up.  She weighs, what?  48 tons?  50?!’  His face was agog with disbelief and admiration.  These moments, when the true reality of Emma’s size compared to him, seemed to be piling up on themselves more and more these days.

“You’re giving me that look again,” Emma quipped, sticking her tongue in between her teeth as she grinned down on him.  “The one where it looks like you’re afraid I’m gonna eat you!”

Daniel blinked, unable to immediately respond.  He was too busy appreciating the enormity of her outspread limbs.  She was as wide as an airplane.  His silence gave Emma the opportunity to play up her humor, and she stuck out her tongue all the way, screwing up her face into a ferocious snarl as she bared her teeth and opened her mouth wide:

“Rrrrraaaaaauuuuuugggghhhh!!” she roared, shaking her head back and forth rapidly, while still holding her perfect pose.  Daniel staggered back a few paces, stunned by the power of her display, but even as he did so, he recognized that Emma’s “outburst” was really anything but.  She had tempered her “roar” so as not to hurt his ears.  He was well aware that if she had really wanted to, she could have ruptured his eardrums without even trying.

“Oh…ohhh nooooo!” Daniel cried, recovering himself and putting his hands up to his face in mock-terror.  “Sh-she’s…she’s gonna get me!”

“Heheheh, wait, wait!  Stay right there!” Emma giggled, beginning to shift her pose without letting her body down.  “I wanna see if I can reach you with my mouth without…ughhh…let’s see here…without you…ughhh…moving…or the rest of my body…whooooo…touching the floor…”

Daniel stayed rooted in place, watching Emma’s giant limbs unfurl in front of him, all while she kept herself airborne, propped up on her hands.  With an impressive series of twists and reconfigurations, Emma shifted into an Eka Pada Koundinyasana pose, leaning forward on her hands towards him, with her arms bent at 90-degree angles, and her outspread legs forming an “L” shape behind her torso.  With each movement of her hands, Daniel felt the concrete floor rumble beneath him.  It was an astonishing pose, made all the more remarkable by the fact that Emma had managed to shift into it while remaining propped up on her hands the whole time.  Her face had started reddening slightly from the effort, and Daniel felt the slight wind of her smile.  She had started breathing a bit heavier as well.

“Not…quite…close enough!” she laughed, trying to stick her tongue out to touch Daniel’s face.  Her mouth was much closer to him now, but it was still a few feet away.  She champed her teeth playfully at him, and even though Daniel knew she was playing, he couldn’t help blinking each time her teeth came together.  They were an entire percussion section unto themselves.

“Well…I guess…that’s too bad then,” Daniel sighed, shrugging.  “There’s always room for improvement.”

“Oh…you little…” Emma murmured aggressively, her face suddenly set to the challenge.  A moment later, she had leaned even further into her pose, putting more strain on her hands and forearms, but maintaining her balance the whole time.  Daniel’s eyes widened as her incoming shadow engulfed him completely.  Her head was descending…getting closer…her eyes were wide and flashing in triumph.  She knew.  She knew that she was going to be able to do it.  And he could only stand there and watch it happen, helpless prey for her incoming mouth.

“Hahahahaaaaaaaa!” Emma laughed, the victory apparent in her voice, as she opened her mouth wide, directly in front of his body.  And then, after carefully figuring out her trajectory, she flexed her neck, rearing up her head like a snake ready to strike, and thrust it down.  Her open mouth engulfed the entire top half of Daniel’s body, and she clamped her soft lips down around his waist, high enough so that she could enjoy his legs kicking out wildly in the air under her nose.  Once he was secure in her mouth, she jostled herself around on her hands, gracefully folding her legs back in close to her body, as she pivoted around on the mat.  It wasn’t lost on her that, during all this movement, the long pink sleeves of her cat shirt (which she wore all the time now) had ridden up past her wrists, up to the bottom third of her forearms, and stayed there.  Her arms were thick enough now to where the sleeves didn’t fall back down.  And, right as she noticed this, in the midst of her leg adjustments, a loud rip sounded out from the middle of her butt.

“Ughh, sshhrrrrryyyyssslyy!?” she slurred out, Daniel’s kicking form blocking her words as she rolled her eyes.  Far from being irritated or discouraged by her yoga pants ripping, though, Emma was only pretending to care, and in fact found it quite funny.  She started chuckling to herself as she completed her final pose, a perfectly-executed bhujapidasana, with her legs crossed in a “V” shape in front of her body, which was still held up in midair by her planted hands.  For a few long, silent moments, she savored the pose, gently sucking on Daniel’s upper half, delighting in her own power and flexibility, even as she kept trying and failing not to giggle at his cute little legs kicking away at the air in front of her face.

Finally, still holding the pose, she aimed her mouth down towards the opening of her cat shirt and relaxed her jaw, allowing Daniel to tumble down into the soft confines of her shirt, right in between her breasts.  She wasn’t wearing a bra that morning (since the new batch hadn’t arrived yet), and so Daniel fell right in between the huge, fleshy globes of her warm tits.

“I win!” she laughed cheekily, staring down into her shirt and watching Daniel struggling to keep himself from being sucked all the way down into her cleavage.  Once he managed to brace himself with both hands, each one slowly sinking into her left and right breast, he looked up at her, playful defiance painted across his face.

“Not…yet!” he cried valiantly, but immediately in response, Emma pulled her shoulders back, opening up her breasts.  Daniel didn’t have the wingspan to cope, and he was sent tumbling down into the hot, dark recesses of her cleavage.

“No faaaaaiiiirrrrr!” he called, before his voice was finally muffled into obscurity.  Emma licked her lips, exhaling hard through her nose as she grinned to herself.  She really had lucked out with her man.

For the next few moments, she relished the tickling sensation of Daniel’s body squirming around in between her breasts.  It was such a rush for her to feel his tiny body trying to push its way through her surrounding flesh.  Looking down into her long-sleeve pink cat shirt at her breasts, she couldn’t even see a single sign that there was a little man in between them.  Closing her eyes, she inhaled and exhaled through her nose once again, a bit slower this time, as she relished how huge she was compared to her adorable boyfriend.  She opened her eyes and looked down at her breasts again…still no sign of him.  She could feel him, alright, but to anyone looking, they would never know Daniel was there.  Emma sighed out and tugged her shirt up around her neck.  It felt a little tighter than it had the day before.  She was still growing; there was no doubt about that.  And even though these more recent spurts weren’t as dramatic as the one a few days before, she knew they were happening.  She was getting bigger, and everything…everything…was getting smaller.

Emma looked up, staring across the hanger.  Far in the distance, right by the door to the control room, she could see the little white-coated speck of someone standing there, watching her.  Even without being able to make out the particulars of the person’s appearance, Emma knew that it was Dr. Clinebell.  Only he would stand there like that, just looking at her, without moving.  The others would pretend to be doing things, or would be talking amongst themselves, stealing glances at her…Emma had seen plenty of that.  But only Dr. Clinebell would stand there alone, just staring.

Emma stared back.  A slow, humorous calm welled up inside her, and her mouth curved upward into a pleasant smile.  She knew he could see her expression, even though she was far away.  She wanted him to see it.

‘That’s right, keep staring at me,’ she thought, feeling that quiet glee seeping through her.  ‘I’ll just keep staring back at you.  You can’t believe I’m this big, can you?  You’re just standing there, trying to figure me out…well good luck with that, Clinebell.  I know I’m not done yet…not even close.’

Emma certainly knew her body better than anyone else, as the events of the next few days showed.  The following morning, Daniel was just beginning to wake up from a restful night’s sleep on his specially-made bed on Emma’s nightstand.  Previously, he had been sleeping at the head of Emma’s pillow, but after her most recent growth spurt, much to Emma’s dismay,  the Facility staff had assembled a new bed for Daniel on her nightstand.  Emma had protested vehemently, insisting that there was plenty of room for both of them on her bed.

“But that’s not the issue, Emma,” Alison had explained gently, as she tried to talk Emma out of her misty-eyed reaction.  “It’s all to do with safety…Daniel’s safety.”

“He IS safe!” Emma had responded, upset.  “He sleeps on top of my pillow and everything’s totally fine!”

“But your growth spurts, Emma…l-look…look, I’m not trying to upset you, ok?  This isn’t your fault – it’s not anyone’s fault.  But that recent spurt you had was…well, it was a larger one than you’ve had before, and…we really don’t know why it happened or when it will, uhm…happen again.  And it could be in the middle of the night, when you’re both asleep, and…you get the picture, right?”

Emma had taken some convincing, but she finally relented when Daniel had gently mentioned that it might not be the worst idea for him to have his own little spot to sleep.

“But then I can’t cuddle you,” Emma had murmured sadly, encircling him with her fingers and rubbing his cheek softly with her thumb.

“Pshh, no, no of course we can cuddle!” Daniel had laughed.  “You’ll just wake up and…and you can, like, just snatch me out of my bed – haha, I don’t even have to be awake yet!”

Now, a few days later, Daniel had just started waking up.  He generally liked to sleep on his left side, which meant, in this new arrangement, that he was facing away from Emma’s bed.  He opened his eyes, taking in the bright morning light that was shining through the open hanger door, about 100 yards behind him.  Far away, down the hanger, he saw vague shapes moving…and as his eyes adjusted to the new light, he saw that it was the staff getting their breakfast carts ready.  Crate after crate of food, stacked on top of each other, piled high on all these carts…Daniel couldn’t help but chuckle a little to himself.

‘Geez, I really hope all those guys are getting paid well enough,’ he thought humorously.  ‘They sure do have to work for it…and all because Emma just needs that much to eat everyday…whoowhoo boy, did they really know what they were getting themselves into before they…before they captured her…’

His thoughts faded back into the painful memories of that night they had taken her away.  It seemed so long ago, in a time somehow separate from the present reality.  Daniel blinked the sleep away from his eyes as he parried away the less happy memories.  It had been a totally different time; so much had changed in between now and then.  He and Emma had gotten through it all, and, in a strange way, the adversity had strengthened their bond.  He had never felt closer to her, or more affectionate.  It didn’t matter that neither of them really knew where this was all headed.  They had each other, and that’s all that really counted.  Their estrangement had very nearly broken Daniel’s spirit completely, but now that they were back together, he felt invincible.  Daniel could handle all the adversity in the world if he knew that Emma was by his side.

It occurred to him that Emma was probably still asleep, since she hadn’t snatched him out of his bed yet.  She had been pretty upset about the new rule stipulating that he sleep on the nightstand, and even though Daniel had been touched by her reaction, he wasn’t going to offer much resistance himself.  Her most recent spurt had really hit home the volatile nature of her growth, and the possibility had arisen before in his mind, of her accidentally crushing him in her sleep.

‘I bet she looks super cute, all passed-out after that workout she had yesterday,’ thought Daniel, recalling how she had deadlifted over 52 tons…easily…while he watched in awe.

Already planning how he was going to sneak onto her bed, so that she would wake up with him curled up next to her, Daniel grinned to himself as he turned over on his right side.  But almost immediately, he was yanking his covers up over his chin and scrambling backwards on his mattress.  His back hit the headboard.  Emma’s huge face was right there, looming over him, filling his vision.  She had been silently watching him the whole time.

“Smaller,” she cooed.  Even though her voice was barely over a whisper, Daniel felt the vibrations of it rattle through his entire body.