"Yeah I guess...ok so here we go...standing up like this...here, Daniel...I'm gonna hold the phone up to the top of my head and you tell me what it says, ok? Otherwise I can't really trust myself to have the most accurate measurement, you know, if I just measure with my hand."
Daniel brought his phone closer to his face as he narrowed his eyes to get an accurate measurement. "Ok...so...it looks like...yep! Pretty much the same as last night -- just a touch over 6'5. Looks like it's really slowing down, honey!"
"Phew!" Emma blew out from her mouth, feeling comforted. "And not a fraction of an inch too soon, huh? Well, let's just say that I'm happy that I don't have to keep dealing with all this getting bigger stuff alone."
But the fact was: Emma DID have to deal with it. She and Daniel finished up their video chat, and she happily tucked herself into bed, feeling the weight of their fight totally lifted off, like a distant memory, and, for the first time in weeks, actually beginning to truly believe that her incredibly strange size ordeal was over. The next morning, however, Emma woke up feeling slightly more off-kilter than usual. Her feet had been all nestled under the covers when she went to sleep, but when she woke up, she realized that they felt cold. Emma was not one to toss and turn much at night, once she got to sleep -- she looked down at her feet and saw her bare toes poking out through the end of the comforter. She started to worry, but quickly managed to dismiss any negative thoughts. She was going to just go about her day normally, and not allow her anxieties to get the best of her. She walked by the height chart, which she had marked with a red pen at just over 6'5, but she didn't look at it. There was too much of a temptation to measure herself again.
But as she got ready for work, the temptation got stronger. Her clothes seemed to fit even tighter than they did yesterday, and even though Emma chose the biggest shirts and pants that she had bought a few days previously, it was a bit of a chore to get everything buttoned and zipped up. Once all her clothes were on, Emma went to look at herself in the full-length mirror that was attached to the back of their closet door. She found that her figure was close to filling up the mirror completely, even though it spanned from the floor all the way to the top of the door. Emma felt another flash of anxiety, but mixed with it was something else -- for the first time, she was actually able to see clearly how...GOOD she was looking. Her thick hips and thighs looked incredible in her skin-tight khaki dress pants, and her breasts were looking fuller and perkier than ever; she turned around to get a good look at her ass, noticing how it wobbled gently with her slight movements.
'God, I, like...totally have an ass now!' she thought. 'A HUGE ass...oh my god!' She reached down and gave her butt a little smack, marveling at how this simple gesture made her entire cheek shake and quiver. She could feel some warmth come into her face as she turned to face herself again. It actually felt...kinda good to have a body like this.
'You know...maybe this isn't all so terrible after all,' she thought to herself. 'Maybe I just need to chill out a little bit and...just...take whatever comes. If I'm still growing, I'm still growing...so be it.'
Emma's words to herself weren't quite an indication of her overcoming her anxieties and fears surrounding her increased size -- they were more like a pep talk than anything else -- but they did help her to relax and get her day started on a positive mental note. She was absolutely starving, and half an hour later she was walking towards her car in the garage, having just consumed four bowls of cereal, three pop tarts, and a big, tall glass of orange juice. She felt invigorated and excited to take on the day -- she had even decided to wear a new pair of one-inch heels that she had bought days before. She ignored how snugly they fit her feet, just as she ignored the fact that she had to adjust the car seat yet again to fit her long legs. She could actually feel her head brushing the car ceiling now, and she was forced to hunch a little over the steering wheel to make room for her torso.
"These freaking cars," she chuckled a little, out loud to herself, "Made for tiny people...oh well!"
Emma still felt worried about everything, but she made a point to laugh a little about it to herself -- she was taking a little cue from Daniel's playbook. She was trying to keep it light. And, for the moment, it was working.
She didn't see that many people at work that day -- it was a Friday, and a number of people were out of the office for a special presentation they were giving at an important client's company. Emma found herself alone most of the day, which was fine for her, since she was able to get more work done without the constant distraction of everyone else looking at her. She noticed, however, that Keith was still in the office. Emma felt a little drop in her stomach when she heard him speaking on the phone to someone in his office. She hadn't really had a conversation with Keith ever since the party, during which she had tipsily insinuated to other people that Keith had a "thing" for tall women. She felt guilty and embarrassed about this little episode, even if she knew that she was probably overblowing it in her head.
Try as she might, she wasn't able to avoid Keith all day, and, as luck would have it, she nearly ran into him as she turned a corner late in the afternoon.
"Oh, Keith!" she exclaimed, startled. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you coming!"
"It-it's ok...m-me neither!" he stuttered.
Emma immediately noticed that Keith's head didn't even come up to her chin anymore. She was wearing one-inch heels, but still, he had never before seemed as small to her as he did now. He immediately started blushing, and Emma felt a little flash of strange desire go through her. She almost...wanted to play with the dynamic a little bit. She almost wanted to flaunt herself a little in front of him...just for fun. But, more than anything, she just wanted to escape from the situation.
"I'm sorry, I'll just...yeah...haha, ok," she said, responding to what was going on. Each of them had stepped to the side in opposite directions, with the end result that they more or less walked into each other. Keith's face smacked straight into the firm, voluminous flesh of her breasts, causing them to both laugh nervously, sidestep each other again, and continue on their ways. It had definitely been an awkward encounter, and as Emma thought about it on her ride home, she couldn't help but feel...well, slightly amused by it. She still wasn't used to having an intimidating effect on guys with her body, especially guys like Keith who were apparently into taller, bigger women.
'I wonder if he was super turned-on by all that,' she thought to herself, chuckling a bit.
Stepping out of the car, she heard another slight rip, this time on the left hip of her pants, but she took it surprisingly well in stride. Maybe it was the lightness of the weekend coming on, or maybe it was her laughing to herself about running into Keith, but whatever it was, Emma was able to shrug off the slight tear in her pants.
'Maybe I'll just go shopping for some more this weekend,' she thought to herself. She felt a slight tickle in her scalp as she walked in under the door, and she realized that the top of her hair had slightly brushed the top of the door frame.
'It's the heels, of course,' she thought, kicking them off. Without stopping to think too much about it, she set about making dinner. The two large sandwiches she had eaten for lunch had not been nearly enough to stave off the hunger that she was feeling now. She started a big bowl of pasta water boiling, and rummaged around the kitchen, preparing the meat and the sauce. Almost immediately, Emma had another strong urge to measure herself again, because everything was just looking so...well, SMALL. It didn't matter that she was using the biggest pot in the kitchen to boil the water -- Emma found that she was able to handle the full pot with ease, something that would have been unthinkable a couple weeks before. The spatula felt like a little wooden stick in her hand, to an almost comical extent.
'I bet I could snap this thing in two with one hand if I wanted to,' she mused to herself, shaking her head.
These aspects of her size weren't all just novelties -- after ten minutes of cooking, Emma was beginning to feel a dull ache in her back, from bending over so much. But there wasn't really any other option -- she HAD to bend over to reach the stove, after all. Once, when she had curved her back forward and thrust her butt out in the act of bending down, she had accidentally opened the refrigerator with her ass. She didn't even realize that she had done it until the door came back around and gently tapped her right cheek, startling her briefly. Another time, when she was going around the kitchen island to put away some spices, she banged into the trashcan with her knee.
"Ow! God damn it!" she cursed out loud, rubbing her knee and staring at the trash can. Had she always been this klutzy? Maybe it was all just magnified when she was by herself.
Later on that evening, after she had eaten an entire box of pasta, to go along with an entire jar full of sauce and a whole pound of ground beef, Emma video chatted with Daniel again. He was happy to see that she appeared to be in an upbeat mood. She stepped on the scale and showed him her weight: 215.3.
"Oh! Oh wow!" said Daniel in surprise. "That's...haha, that's a good bit more than before, isn't it?"
"Yeah...it is," said Emma, feeling her nervousness ramp up again. She wished that Daniel didn't feel like he had to just say it all outright, but she kept her thoughts to herself. She shrugged her shoulders and said in an airy voice: