Daniel felt almost guilty as he headed back home, his car packed with groceries for Emma. Even though he knew he had done the right thing to voice his fears to Dr. Hartman, he still felt that he had somehow betrayed her. He knew that Emma would not be at all happy to discover that the two of them had been secretly talking about her, and about how the living conditions inside their house had deteriorated. But what was Daniel supposed to do!? Emma was 8'1 now, or maybe even a little taller, and she had become far, far stronger than she realized. Daniel was well aware that she had not meant to hurt him the other day, but the fact is that she had -- his back was still sore from flying backwards onto the table. Emma's concerned face was still rushing up at him in his mind. He harbored no ill-will towards her, none at all. In fact, he was beginning to pity her to an extent that made him emotional. But something had to give, and he was happy to have secured an appointment with Dr. Hartman for Emma in three days.
Emma was lying on the sofa, browsing through some of the giantess forums, when she heard Daniel pull up in the driveway. She had actually been having something of an amusing time on the forums these past few days. As a way to help her cope with her condition, she had begun to cultivate a presence in the giantess community. She still definitely saw the array of fetishes as strange (and sometimes downright shocking), but she was finding that the kind of attention she was getting online was in many ways preferable to the attention she was getting in real life. She knew that Daniel loved and cared about her deeply, of course, but recently, she couldn't help but feel a bit irritated at his anxiety that surrounded her condition. It felt a bit oppressive and unnecessary; she knew that her condition was of unknown origin, and she knew that she had definitely grown way larger and taller than she could have ever believed possible. But the way that Daniel was looking at her recently...it was like he just didn't know what to do. Whereas before Emma had felt like he was being too lighthearted about the whole thing, now she felt quite the opposite. She had come to terms with whatever "this" was, and recently she had even been feeling better than she had before her condition began. She was more confident, and cared less about what people thought. They were all so small, anyway. But Daniel had just turned into a worry-wart.
Emma exited out of the GiantessCity forum as she sighed and stood up off the sofa, swinging her big legs around, which had been hanging way off the far end. She had just finished posting pictures that she had taken of herself next to her height chart, which she had totally outgrown by this point. The response from the giantess community had been quite exciting -- she had already received dozens of messages and replies after she had posted a few earlier pictures, back when she was "only" 7'10. Most of them had been quite polite, but there had been a few weird ones who had demanded that she crush them under her feet while they orgasmed on her toes. Emma had made a face upon reading these messages, and she had deleted them immediately.
'Gross!' she had thought. 'Some of these guys are total perverts!'
But the vast majority of the attention she was getting was positive. And even though Emma wasn't putting too much stock in her online persona, she had to admit that she was feeling pretty good about becoming a "big deal" in the community. It made her feel special, almost regal...which was definitely better than feeling anxious and stressing about her "sickness." She wasn't sick -- she felt totally fine!
The sofa groaned out loudly as Emma stood up. She almost felt like speaking to the sofa out loud, telling it to stop being so dramatic, but she just shook her head as she went to help Daniel unload the car. She wasn't going to stay annoyed at him; she was going to make a concerted effort to remember that his anxiety and discomfort around her were only the result of the fact that he loved her and was worried about him. She would try her best to make him feel as comfortable as possible, to show him that he really didn't have anything to be afraid of.
"Ooooh, look at all that food!" she laughed, ducking her head under the door frame as she walked out into the garage. Daniel was already laden down with grocery bags, but there was still plenty more to carry.
"Haha, yep!" he said, his voice strained over the effort he was putting in to carry all the bags. "Most of it's for you, honey."
"Aww, how sweet!" exclaimed Emma, taking a mere two steps to reach the car. "Here babe, let me get the rest of those -- you're already holding too many bags as it is."
Quickly, Emma bent down at her waist, and reached her huge hands into the back trunk, loading up her fingers with grocery bags. Daniel watched her dumbfounded; he knew that Emma had become quite strong, but just to see how casually she lifted up the bags with her fingers...well, it was all a bit much for him. He was carrying eight bags in his hands, and he felt quite weighed down. Within fifteen seconds, however, Emma had loaded up each HAND with eight bags each. One bag was hanging from each finger, leaving both of her thumbs free. Like she was lifting nothing, Emma raised both her hands and gave Daniel a double "thumbs-up" sign before stepping back, extending out her foot, raising it higher than Daniel's head, and using it to slam the trunk door shut. Daniel jumped a little as the trunk made a loud noise, banging shut, the entire car shaking on its wheels in response.
"Ooops, a little too hard there," Emma chuckled. She made her way past Daniel with the grocery bags, holding her arms out straight forward so that both her elbows were at 90-degree angles. Daniel couldn't fail to notice, with Emma's arms held out this way, that the groceries she was effortlessly carrying were right in his face. He stumbled backward a bit to avoid them slapping him -- he knew that Emma didn't mean anything by it. She simply didn't understand where her body was in the space.
A few minutes later they had put all the groceries away. Emma had been telling Daniel about the giantess community, and she was trying to ignore the fact that the conversation seemed to make Daniel even more anxious.
"You're...posting pictures of yourself?" he asked. "On...like, a sex forum?"
"A fetish forum," she had corrected, hiding her annoyance, "And yeah! You should read some of the things these guys are saying -- they're totally into it!"
"Well...I mean," said Daniel, scratching his head, "Don't they know that it's, uh...like, not just a fantasy? That you have a, um...you know, condition?"
"Oh whatever Daniel," Emma chuckled, waving off his anxiety with a big hand. Daniel could actually feel the air current of her hand's nonchalant movement. "They get turned on by size stuff in all kinds of forms. It's not like I'm harming myself by posting the pictures -- it makes me feel kinda good, actually. Like I have some admirers, you know?"
"Y-yeah...yeah I guess," said Daniel dubiously. Emma was almost to the point where she felt like openly expressing her irritation, but she reminded herself to calm down, and that all of Daniel's energy was coming from a place of love. She decided to take a more lightheartedly informal approach, instead of cultivating her irritation.
"Aw, honey, haha, you sound so down about it all!" laughed Emma good-naturedly, reaching down and giving Daniel's face a bit of a caress. As she did so, she saw him flinch a little, and she realized that it was because she had lowered her hand towards them maybe a little faster than she had intended. But what was the problem? She had control over her body!
"Look! I'll show you," she said brightly, turning and walking with a few booming steps over to their bedroom. Daniel followed, noting that he had to take about two whole steps for every one that Emma took. She ducked under the doorway, leading Daniel to the height chart, which was still taped to their bedroom wall. Daniel immediately saw that Emma had been busy with the chart; it only went up to 7'10, but apparently, she had continued measuring herself earlier that day, and had marked "8'1" with a red marker, 3 whole inches above the top of the chart.
"See? Haha, Daniel, these giantess guys went absolutely crazy when I took some pictures of myself next to this chart."
"I...uh, yeah, I can see why," said Daniel, still feeling very uncomfortable with this whole thing.
"Some of them were totally like, 'oh that's not a real height chart,'" Emma continued, stepping up to the wall. "Seems almost like they're used to getting fooled or something, and are overly insecure about getting duped, you know? Poor guys...but anyway, I took out a tape measure and actually showed them the whole thing, and that convinced them...you know, plus the shots of me standing in the doorway and totally dwarfing the door frame, haha!"
"Uhh, wow, yeah," said Daniel blanky. He wasn't sure how this was helping anything, but Emma just kept going.
