Emmas Growth Spurt Ch 13

"A video?" Daniel didn't sound enthusiastic about the idea as he turned in his work chair to face Emma, who was still lounging on the sofa, her shapely legs completely hanging off one end.

"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically, sitting up quickly, causing the sofa to groan out in anguish, nearly to the point of fracture.

"E-easy there, babe," said Daniel, holding out a cautious, steadying hand. "It...it sounds like the sofa's about to break."

"Whatever," said Emma flippantly, waving him off. She was too excited by her idea to be bothered by such things. "Anyway, come on, Daniel -- get your camera! You still have that fancy digital one you got a while back, right?"

"Uh...yeah," said Daniel, still not budging from his chair.

"Well go and get it!" said Emma, eagerly indicating with her big hand that he should hurry up. Even though she didn't realize it, her hand motion created a wind current that Daniel could actually feel, even though he was sitting about 15 feet away from her.

"Emma...what for?" he asked. He didn't want to sound like some stick in the mud, but Emma's enthusiasm was making him feel nervous, rather than encouraged.

"To take some pictures of the two of us together!" she responded immediately. "Some smart guys on these giantess forums don't believe that I'm actually this big and tall -- they said that my pictures were photoshopped! Can you believe that!?"

"I...uh, yeah, haha, it doesn't sound too far fetched," Daniel admitted, folding his hands in his lap.

"What?" cried Emma. "You too!? Come on, it's obvious that this is all real!"

"I...I understand that, Emma," said Daniel, trying not to sound condescending, "But...I mean, to an internet audience...uhh...well, they might not believe that anyone could be so...big, you know?"

"Well that's why you're going to get your camera and set it to auto mode and then we're gonna do some poses for these people. Haha, they're not gonna be able to have any doubts now!"

"B-But...but Emma," protested Daniel, "I...I don't know if I really wanna be in these pictures that these...uh, other guys are gonna be looking at. It's kinda weird for me. I mean, c-couldn't you just, uh...take pictures of yourself, like...on the sofa like that? Or comparing with something else?"

"I already did all that!" countered Emma, getting off the sofa and rising up into a kneeling position. Daniel couldn't help but feel shocked every time she rose up in this position; even on her knees, she was well over 7 feet tall, and looked absolutely immense. The fact that she was on her knees only added to the enormity of her presence.

"I took pictures of myself next to our bedroom door frame over there, for comparison, and I even tried to stand up, just to show that I couldn't -- and a lot of them still won't believe me!"

"But..s-so what, Emma?" asked Daniel, feeling like she was getting worked up over nothing. "So what if they don't believe you? What does that matter?"

Emma stood there on her knees, regarding Daniel with her mouth slightly open. She couldn't believe how dense he was being -- was it really that hard to understand that these little online men needed to be put in their place? It was all so simple...it wasn't like she was asking him to do anything crazy or unreasonable. Surely he was just...pulling her leg or something. She suddenly decided not to pursue the more negative emotions that were creeping around at the corners of her mind. This was going to be fun, and she was going to make sure that they both enjoyed it.

"Come on, silly!" she laughed, moving towards Daniel on her knees. "Stop whining and moaning and let's have some fun with this!"

Emma was far quicker on her knees than Daniel could have ever believed -- because she was so huge, it only took her about three "strides" to reach him. Before he could react, she had reached down, hooked her massive hands under his armpits, and whooshed him out of his chair.

"Emmmmmaa!" yelped Daniel, his voice going up to a higher pitch as she yanked him into the air. "Wh-whaaaa!! Wh-what are you doing!?"

"Helping you get moving!" she responded, taking an extra few moments to hold him up in front of her face, shaking him gently to convey both her buoyant mood and her sense of urgency. Holding him up like this, his feet were dangling more than a foot off the ground, and even then, his head wasn't as tall as hers. To Emma, it felt like she was holding a child. Her eyes went wide with something like humor as she looked slightly down at her boyfriend's bewildered expression.

'If things are gonna work out now that I'm back,' Emma suddenly thought, 'He's gonna have to get used to this kind of stuff. If I wanna play with him, I'll play with him!'

"Ok," she said smartly, setting him down on his feet, and then extending her arm out over his head, pointing to the bedroom, "now go get your fancy-shmansy camera and let's take some comparison shots!"

Daniel balked for a moment as he stared up at Emma's finger, pointing authoritatively toward the bedroom. Her arm was extended out over his head, so that he actually felt the shadow that it cast over him. He had no idea why all of this stuff mattered to Emma so much all of a sudden, and the prospect of taking comparison pictures with her -- to be plastered all over the internet -- made him feel more uncomfortable than he was willing to admit. He tried to remind himself that he had pledged to himself that he was going to take care of Emma through all of her volatile emotions and mood swings that were associated with her condition, but already, he was starting to second-guess himself. How far was he really willing to go to placate her?

Emma hadn't put her hand down, and Daniel quickly realized that he was taking too long. He shuffled off to the bedroom, not wanting to find out what would happen if he continued pushing back against her on this point. In less than a minute, he had found his camera.

"Awesome, ok so let's do a normal, run-of-the-mill picture first," said Emma, moving about excitedly on her knees as she went up to their bedroom door frame. "You set the camera to auto mode and then come over here and stand next to me, alright? We'll get the door frame in the shot, just to show how you compare to it."

"O-ok," muttered Daniel, attempting to swallow down his doubtful thoughts as he walked quietly over. Emma watched him approach, her eyes following him steadily. Generally, when people came towards her, they looked bigger and bigger the closer they got. However, as Daniel came up to her, Emma was getting the opposite feeling.

'God he's tiny,' she thought to herself, almost not quite believing it. She was on her knees, and yet she was more than a foot taller than he was. But it wasn't just the height difference that was so noticeable to her -- as he came up and stood next to her, everything about his body looked minuscule...his head, his neck, his little shoulders, his tiny little hands...everything. And his head didn't even come up to her shoulders. Emma found herself just staring down at him, lost in the incredible size difference between the two of them. Daniel's eyes travelled up to meet hers, but he wasn't able to hold her stare for more than a couple seconds -- he had to break away, because he didn't quite like the flabbergasted energy that was emanating from Emma's eyes.

"It's...it's on auto," he mumbled, gesturing over to the camera.

"Ah! Ok, great!" exclaimed Emma, blinking and shaking her head slightly, as if she was coming out of a slight trance. "So ok...let's both look over at it...like that...uhh...yeah, ok...how many is it taking?"

"Like...uh...one every few seconds," said Daniel.

"So ok, good -- we can do a bunch of different poses," muttered Emma, half to herself. "Just so they can't have any doubts...ok, so now...hmmm, yeah, now you come over here and stand in front of me here."

Emma reached out and grabbed Daniel by the upper arm, her hand easily going all the way around it. Daniel was shocked at the effortless strength that was in her hand and fingers, and he was under no illusions that Emma had the power to yank his arm out of its socket or snap it in half if she so chose. To her, it was like holding a medium-sized twig.

"G-Emma! Ow!! E-easy!" he protested, as he stumbled from the momentum of her tugging at his arm. "That hurts!"

"What hurts?" she asked, puzzled. "I'm just moving you around a little -- that's all."

"B-But Emma," complained Daniel, hating how his voice sounded, but continuing to speak nonetheless, "Y-you're...you're being kinda rough. Please...be more gentle!"

"I am being gentle!" replied Emma, a little indignantly. "Come on now, face the camera and stop talking for a minute -- we don't want everything all blurry. They'll say it was photoshopped."

They stood there silently for a few moments, with Daniel in front, and Emma's gigantic hands on his shoulders. Daniel could feel his knees starting to buckle under the weight of her hands and arms.

"And stand up straight!" Emma commanded. "Come on, Daniel, help me out here. If your knees are all bent, they're all gonna say that we made it seem like you were shorter than you really are."

"I..." sighed Daniel, trying to straighten his knees, "I'm trying to, Emma. But...your hands are, like...pressing down on me."

"I'm not pressing down on anything!" she countered. "My hands aren't that heavy. Ok, so that's good, we got that pose down. Now...hmmm, let's see...ok now, I'll try to actually stand up...over you...just to show them what happens when I'm actually on my feet, haha."

She rose up above him, and Daniel felt the enormity of her presence over him, even as he felt the heavy pressure lift off his shoulders. He looked up to see Emma's smiling face was directly above him, looking down, her neck and shoulders running along the ceiling. With her legs straightened out, her hips were well above his head, and her knees were even with the middle of his stomach.

"Heheh...wow, ok, yeah, they're gonna like this one," Emma laughed. "This pose totally makes it obvious how short and small you are next to me...haha, and how tiny this house has gotten! I mean, look at this! If I spread my legs like this, you can, like...literally stand in between them."

"Or if I, uh...move over here to the side," said Daniel, feeling uncomfortable as Emma spread her big legs out on either side of him, "They can, uhh...maybe get a better view of everything?"

"Where are you going?" Emma whined. "No, no, stay in the middle, in between my legs...yeah, right there. It's a good pose. Yeah...yeah there we go. Stand up straight...ok, yes. Let's be still for a couple more."

Emma had reached down and put her hand on Daniel's shoulder again, and once again, he felt the inexorable weight and power of her strength. His knees buckled once more, but he was able to press back for a few moments, standing up straight, before finally collapsing down to the floor on one knee.

"Oh come on Daniel," complained Emma, "What's the deal? Why are you being so dramatic?"

"I...Emma!" he replied, rising and speaking up at her in an irritated voice. "I told you...you're stronger than you realize! You need to be gentler! I know you don't realize it, but please! Just...look out a little for me, ok?"

Emma couldn't quite shake the feeling that Daniel was being sour about all this because he was uncomfortable with the thought of other men looking at her with sexual intent. Of course! Surely that must be it. It didn't matter if it was online -- all these weird, horny men who were going to be looking at these pictures...yeah, of course it made sense that he wasn't comfortable with it all.

'I need to reassure him somehow,' she thought. 'I need to show him that he doesn't have anything to worry about.'

"Aww, you're so cute, you know that?" she said out loud, looking down at him as she put her hands on her hips, a full foot above his head. "I know all these guys are gonna be looking at me a certain way, but I'm just doing all this for fun, you know? It doesn't really mean anything to me, Daniel. It's no threat to you!"

"Uhh...what?" asked Daniel, puzzled. He didn't really understand what Emma was getting at.

"Who cares if a bunch of guys think all this is sexy?" she cooed down at him. "They don't have anything on you. You know that, right?"

"I...w-well yeah, Emma, but -- " His words were cut short as Emma bent down again to lift him up. There wasn't anything he could do to escape -- he felt his organs bounce around inside him as she lifted him, bringing him all the way up to where her head was pressed up into the ceiling. He was staring up at her huge face, which filled his vision almost completely when he was this close.

"And you know that no matter what anyone says, there's nothing...no one...who could possibly replace you." Emma was smiling down at him, but her eyes were serious. Daniel could smell the slight minty flavor of her breath, which felt like it was cascading over him.

"Y-yes...yes, Emma, I know that --" he tried to begin, but once again, Emma cut him off. This time, though, it was with her lips, as she engulfed him in a wet, sloppy kiss. Daniel felt his head and neck get pushed back by the force of her lips; it seemed almost absurd to try and kiss back, since Emma's lips more or less were able to cover his entire face. But Daniel did his best, puckering his own lips as he attempted to kiss her back. But it was like spilling a cup of water in a rainstorm -- in every way, she overpowered him.

Emma was moaning into the kiss, her eyes shut tight. He really did mean so much to her...and he really was so cute, bumbling and mumbling around underneath her, humoring her whims even though he wasn't really into them. He was too sweet -- he was her special little man. Right then, she suddenly got an idea. Still kissing Daniel, she moved toward the camera, going down on her knees right in front of it, still holding Daniel with both hands under his arms. She held him there, legs dangling more than a foot off the ground, for several long moments, as she continued to kiss him deeply, gently munching on his lips, his nose, and his chin as her huge tongue explored his mouth. Once or twice, she heard him gagging on her tongue, and she drew herself back, chuckling a little self-deprecatingly at her own enthusiasm.

After these long moments had passed, she opened her eyes and let him go, setting him back down on the floor again. He swayed a little, dazed.

"There," she purred down at him, feeling like she had solved all the problems at once, "Now they'll all know how I feel about you."

They proceeded to pose for more pictures for the next 45 minutes or so. It was far longer than Daniel had anticipated (or wanted), but after that epic and prolonged kiss, he found himself more amenable to all the ideas Emma was excitedly suggesting. They did a few poses by the sofa, with Emma lying down across it, and Daniel sitting down on the floor in front of the sofa. This pose made him look particularly small, since he was merely sitting down on the floor, while Emma was stretched gracefully and elegantly out behind him. They did another pose with Emma sitting up on the sofa, with Daniel perched on her right knee. Even in such a pose, the top of his head barely even came up to her shoulders. Emma playfully bounced him on her knee a couple times, before he got rattled and asked her to stop. It took a couple times asking before she finally relented.

The poses didn't stop there -- Emma was determined to explore the fun intricacies of their size difference, and the more they played around with them, the more ideas she got. She realized how funny it would be if she had Daniel wear some of her old clothes, the original ones Ms. Bisset had made her, when she was "only" a little over 7 feet tall. Shooing away any protest Daniel made about wearing dresses, she made him try it on, delighting in how loosely it fit him.

"Hahaha look at that!" she cried, her huge body shaking gently with genuine laughter, "It barely even stays on you it's so loose!"

"Ok, can I get out of it now?" asked Daniel, a little sullenly, despite taking it relatively well.

"Just a second, babe," she laughed, taking the camera and attempting to take several up-close pictures herself. "Just...ugh, I can't seem to...damn it! I can't even press the button down! It's too small!"

"Well...I'm definitely not going to take a selfie in this thing," remarked Daniel.

"You will if I make you," chuckled Emma, her eyes widening at the word "make." Her threat was an empty one, though, as she grinned and managed to set the camera back to auto mode with a fingernail.

She also made Daniel try on the Institute gown that she had outgrown. This time, the comparison was absolutely ridiculous -- it looked like he was just draped in a giant white bed sheet.

"Uh, Emma?" he said, looking up at her and smiling innocently. "I don't think it fits."

"Hahaha, you think!?" she burst out, clutching her sides from laughter. "Daniel...oh my god...and to think! To think that that thing was, like...hurting me, it was so tight."

It was completely mind-boggling for Daniel, standing there, utterly engulfed in this massive article of clothing, to think that Emma's body had not only filled it, but stretched it out, almost to a breaking point. This huge gown, that was cartoonishly large on him, didn't even fit her anymore -- it was far too small.

"Uh...honey?" asked Daniel uneasily, still enveloped in the gown, as he watched her sit down on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Just taking off my shoe!" she said brightly. "I wanna take a couple pictures with you in my old gown holding my shoe."

"Emma," sighed Daniel, "Can we pleeeease just call it a day on the pictures? I feel ridiculous."

"Just one more, one more!" she chirped, reaching over with one arm and handing him her shoe. Daniel sighed again, extending both of his arms to accept the shoe; Emma dropped it down into his arms with her fingers, and Daniel stumbled forward, his knees buckling slightly. He hadn't expected her shoe to be so huge...or so heavy. The shoe was over a foot and a half long, and Daniel realized that he actually had to hold the shoe with two hands, almost cradling it like a baby.

"Oh my godddd!" cried Emma, bringing the camera closer as it continued to take pictures on its own. "Daniel! You look sooooo cuuute like that! Haha, oh man, I just got an idea -- take your shoes off and put your feet in my shoe. Here, I'll take the other one off, so you can put both feet in! Oh boy, this is gonna be great!"

"Emmmmma, please!" complained Daniel, "Can we not? I'll look totally stupid!"

But Emma wasn't listening to him -- she had taken her other shoe off, and had already put it down on the floor next to him. She pointed down at it excitedly, and Daniel knew that she was going to keep on insisting until he did as he was told. Sighing again and rolling his eyes, he took his shoes off, and stepped into Emma's. She brought the camera closer, giggling.

"This is too perfect!" she laughed. "I had no idea how...tiny you'd look in my clothes, Daniel! The shoes really are the icing on the cake -- they're like clown shoes to you, hahaha!"

They continued on for a little while longer, until Emma finally had her fill of fun and brought the photo session to a close. She spent the next couple hours uploading the pictures to her computer, and then editing and cropping the images -- or, more specifically, she had Daniel do all of it, since her hands were too big. He had done so reluctantly, but Emma was not taking "no" for an answer.

"You should hear what all these other guys are writing about me," she reminded him, bearing down on his reluctant attitude. "They're TOTALLY jealous of you right now."

Daniel had thought about responding that he wasn't some kind of freak like they were, but he thought that using such language probably was not the best idea in the current situation. For whatever reason, Emma had been drawn to this online community, and as her boyfriend, it would just be best for him to humor her.