Emmas Growth Spurt Ch 14

"E-Emma!!" came Daniel's dry voice. His words sounded pitifully small, not the least because he was staring straight into the middle of his girlfriend's thighs. He didn't know what he was saying -- his mind had taken off into uncharted territory. "Y-you're...you're..."

"Huh?" came Emma's voice as she bent down over him, putting her hand to her ear. "What are you saying down there?"

Daniel suddenly remembered the GTS community that Emma had been engaging with, and it occurred to him that she was probably engaging in some form of silly roleplaying. Even as he stumbled and tripped over his words, he managed to take a step back and look way, way up into Emma's face, as he forced a sheepish smile.

"Uh...c-c'mon Emma, I...I know what you're doing," he said, louder.

"What?" asked Emma innocently, completely engulfing him in her shadow.

"Y-you're...you're joking around!" laughed Daniel, marveling at how normal he sounded. Internally, he was positively flabbergasted at how huge Emma looked in her massive platform heels.

"Wh-...no, no I'm not!" she countered, putting her hands on her hips as she loomed over him. "I genuinely couldn't hear you before, and I can barely even hear you now!"

"Th-that's...uh..." said Daniel, trailing off. He had no idea what to say. It was incredible how tiny he felt -- the psychological effect of Emma's voice emanating from more than 5 feet was...surprising, to say the least. He quickly felt his normal exterior beginning to crumble.

"I mean, it makes sense," said Emma, straightening up. "You're, like...farther away from me now. Like...much farther."

For a few long moments, both of them just stood there without saying anything. Emma was trying to wrap her mind around the reality of the situation -- she had purchased these boots to make her feel better, to better help her embrace her condition, but she had not been prepared for how big they would make her feel. She wasn't quite 12 feet tall, but she wasn't too far away. The platform heels had managed to push her over the edge just a bit...she had already been gigantic, but now, it felt like she had crossed a line into a different reality.

Raising her head up from Daniel, she looked around. Her head rose above the brick of their house; she was now taller than a single story, and she could easily see onto the roof. The oak trees in their yard looked somehow...more fake...and less like the trees she was used to seeing. Although Emma didn't quite realize it, this was because, somewhere deep in her brain, she associated trees with their large size -- but now, they didn't really look so large anymore.

'I wonder if I can put my arms all the way around the big one?' she thought to herself.

Without even thinking, she started walking over to the big oak tree that grew by their driveway. She had momentarily forgotten, however, that Daniel was standing directly in front of her. With her head raised up straight, she couldn't even see him.

"Emma!" he yelped, stumbling backwards as her huge, raised, platform-heeled boot came at him. His anxious cry reached her ear, and she stopped herself, her foot planting down hard on the ground, right in front of him, leaving a deep indent in the grass.

"Oh...sorry!" she said, a bit absently. "I, uh...I forgot you were, like...right in front of me. For some reason I thought you were a little further...uh, oh never mind."

"It's...ok," said Daniel, whose heart was now drumming hard in his chest. The sight of that incoming black boot, right at his chest level, had been way more alarming than he cared to admit.

"Hehe, geez," murmured Emma, almost to herself, as she looked down. "I really...uh...look like a giantess compared to you now, huh?" She was shocked by how big her booted foot looked, directly next to Daniel. Getting a little idea, she stepped back, taking her foot away, revealing the large imprint of its shape on the grass.

"Like...put your foot in my footprint, Daniel," she said, pointing down.

Daniel looked at the huge imprint in the grass, and, hesitatingly, put his foot down into it. It didn't even seem real -- Emma's footprint extended out so extensively on both sides of his shoe, to the extent that it looked ridiculous. Her footprint absolutely swallowed his foot. In a flash, it reminded Daniel of the zoo, long ago, when he was a child, when he put his foot into the plastic-mold footprint of a gorilla. The whole point of the exhibit was to show just how big gorillas could get...but now...now he was an adult.

"Haha, wow!" laughed Emma, tilting her head sideways. "Look at that -- that's crazy! My feet...Jesus they're huge compared to yours! I mean...god, Daniel, your foot looks like a little kid's compared to mine!"

"I, uh...that's just...that's maybe just the heel," Daniel croaked. He wasn't quite sure why he was trying to play this comparison off...to rationalize it...but he wasn't comfortable admitting that he was THIS much smaller than her.

"Yeah, right, just the heel," chuckled Emma, feeling an odd sense of elation at Daniel's awkward reaction. Ms. Bisset was right -- these heels were definitely making her feel better, although she didn't quite feel in control of her happiness. It felt like it was coming in waves, crashing messily over her psyche. She suddenly felt the strong desire to show Daniel how futile it was to try and contain her size, to downplay it. She knew that it might make him uncomfortable, but at this point, being this big, she just decided to run with it. After all, what was Daniel going to do? Stop her?

"Ok," she said challengingly, falling down into a squat on her heels, "So you think it's just the heels, huh?" She held up her hand, impressively splaying her fingers. "Let's compare hands then."

"I...Emma, I think we both know that, uh...that your hands are bigger," said Daniel, red color beginning to inundate his cheeks from the bottom.

"Well we can't reeeeeally be sure until we've lined them up together, can we?" returned Emma. Her long, strong-looking fingers danced teasingly. "Come on, Daniel! What? Are you scared how small you'll look compared to me?"

"N-no," he said, blushing further still as he stood stubbornly, readjusting his posture, unknowingly making it so that both of his feet were in Emma's footprint. "I just...don't really see the point of it, is all."

"The point!" laughed Emma, smiling cheekily at him as her eyes went wide. "The point is I wanna see, Daniel! Come on -- come over here!"

He blinked at her and slunk over, not having any kind of effective comeback. Emma watched him approach, and her smile got bigger. Squatting down like this in her heels, she was still a good couple feet taller than him. Her fingers danced playfully again as Daniel brought his hand up to hers. For different reasons, both of their hearts were beating quickly. Daniel was nervous; Emma was excited. A moment later, both of them were staring at the comparison, speechless. Emma felt herself smile, and she tried to stifle a laugh, which meant that it came out as a kind of involuntary snort.

"Oh my god," she guffawed. "Look...look at that! Your fingers don't even cover my palm!"

It was true -- Daniel blinked and looked puzzled. He wasn't quite sure what he had been expecting, or why exactly he had thought that his hand would somehow look...well, bigger. But for some reason he had not been quite ready to see just how huge Emma's hands were compared to his. Her palm rose up next to his fingers, until, just a little bit after Daniel's middle finger ended, her own finger began. It was a ridiculous comparison -- just like her footprint, her palm extended outward on either side of his hand, completely dwarfing him. She chuckled and made her fingers dance again, and Daniel felt the strong muscles and tendons in her hand working against his hand. It was dreadfully intimidating.

"Haha, so...any clever little responses to that, babe?" Emma chuckled, looking down at him with wide eyes. This was what Ms. Bisset had been talking to her about, right? Embracing her size? Emma had to admit that, at least in this moment, it sure felt good. But she was also just enjoying making Daniel feel a little uncomfortable.

"I...I," he stammered. Emma suddenly stood up, and Daniel felt the whooshing air of her movements in his face -- it brushed his hair back, and made his eyes water slightly. But he didn't have any time to think about any of that, because Emma's huge black boot was once again in his face. This time, though, it was on purpose. She had put her boot to his chest, and gently, but with firm and authoritative purpose, she gave him a shove with her foot, making him stumble backwards. Her foot bore down on him, following his stumbling trajectory, and didn't leave his chest. This continued pressure was too much for Daniel to handle, and he fell down on his back onto the grass. Emma hadn't even needed to take a step in his direction...and her boot was still right there, smack on his chest, holding him down. Daniel looked up at her, slightly winded, and saw that she was looking down at him, from high, high above, with a curious expression. She seemed to be smiling slightly...maybe!? Or maybe her face was just deadpanned. Daniel couldn't quite tell, since it was so far away. He had already been uncomfortable, but now, he was actually starting to worry.

"E-Emma!?" he stammered. "H-Honey? What...what are you doing?"

Emma didn't answer. She had arched and bent her head down, so that she could see him more clearly, and she loomed over him. Long seconds passed.

"Emm-- "

"Just playing around a little," she said, cutting him off. Her voice sounded almost emotionless in the air. Emma would have wondered at her own tone, but she was just being honest -- it was a kind of little game, wasn't it? She remembered all those guys on giantesscity asking her to take pictures of this kind of thing. At first, Emma had been weirded out by the requests. But now, as she stood there, her booted foot keeping Daniel down without even having to try, she had to admit...it felt exciting. It was like it wasn't enough just to stand next to him, comparing heights. Forcing him down on his back, with her foot on his chest, just underlined the reality of their size difference...and emphasized how small and helpless he was compared to her, when she got it in her mind to do something. She saw his little hands grasp the shiny black leather of her boot, trying to lift it, and she felt a little twinge of something in her pussy. He was so cute. And the fact that he was even trying to move her foot...well, that made him even cuter still.

"Aww, you're just precious!" she burst out, taking her foot off his chest. Daniel didn't even have time to take a deep breath in -- Emma had bent down in a sweeping gesture with her big arms, and was scooping his prone body off the ground. The next thing he knew, Daniel was riding her hip, held there by a strong, supporting arm.

"Uhhh..." he began to say, but Emma interrupted him again.

"You're just like a little kid to me now!" she laughed, bouncing him up and down on her hip. "Haha, look at your little legs, dangling all over the place! C'mon -- let's go for a little walk!"

"Emmmmma!" complained Daniel, but he was utterly powerless to resist what was going on. For the next couple minutes, he endured Emma strutting around in their front yard, bouncing him on her hip, laughing and teasing him.

"I'll bet people who see us think you're, like...my kid or something!" she joked, looking down on him merrily.

"No they don't," replied Daniel sullenly, irritated. "They know, like...uh, they know I'm a man, Emma! No one would dispute that."

"Aw, am I teasing you too much?" she pouted, the corners of her mouth upturned.

"I...n-no," said Daniel, remembering that he must humor her. "But I just...uh, no, no it's fine."

Emma felt somewhere in her mind that her frivolity was starting to wear off, and she was afraid that once it was gone, she would go back to feeling depressed again. The big oak tree caught her eye again, and she placed Daniel down, determined to keep her fun streak going.

"Now let's see here," she said, partially to herself, in an exaggerated intonation. As she spoke this way, Daniel felt the sheer power of her voice. Maybe it was because he was already getting used to how big she was in the boots, and, with the novelty beginning to wear off, the other aspects of her hugeness came through. Maybe it was just the sheer height that her voice emanated from. Daniel couldn't be sure, but whatever it was, he had a strong impression of the depth and power of Emma's voice -- it seemed to permeate the air, and vibrated in the air between his clothes and his skin...it even seemed to go deeper, into his muscles themselves. He took an unconscious step back, in awe of her power, and not a little afraid.

"Yeah...yeah I think I can do it," Emma was saying to herself. She extended out her arms and put her hands up in a "stop" motion. Daniel didn't know what she was doing, but a moment later he got his answer. Emma folded her huge fingers together and then abruptly pressed them outward, cracking her knuckles. The result was a piercing series of loud pops far overhead that made Daniel stagger back. He hadn't been ready for Emma's sudden action, and he certainly hadn't been ready for how loud it was going to be.

"Augh, Emma! Geez!" he exclaimed, not able to help himself as he put his hands over his ears.

She glanced down at him curiously, not seeming to understand. "What?"

"I...it's...uh, that was just really loud," he said, gathering himself together and forcing out a little laugh.

"Uh...ok," said Emma, tilting her head slightly to the side, studying him. Was he screwing with her? Why would he do that? He knew how sensitive she had been recently...could it be that he was actually being serious? That simply cracking her knuckles had such a big effect on him? Still looking down on him with that same strange curiosity, she extended her thumb over the joint of her middle finger, one that hadn't been cracked recently. Her eyes on Daniel, she pressed down -- the sound of her knuckle popping cut the air like a small gunshot. Daniel blinked and stepped back again, his hands jerking back to cover his ears.

"Arrrgh! Emma, please! Stop!" he pleaded.

'Wow, he's being serious,' Emma thought to herself. She felt a stab of irritation. If he couldn't handle her just being normal -- doing normal things like cracking her knuckles, for godsakes -- then he should just...just go somewhere else. She could feel the ugly anxiety of her condition start to rise up inside her like a shadow, threatening to engulf her, but just then, a pleasant breeze blew across her face, a breeze unlike any that she had felt before. It suddenly occurred to Emma that, up higher as she was, nearly 12 feet off the ground, the breeze blew differently. It wasn't as bound by the gravity or heat of the ground...or something. She didn't quite understand the science, but she didn't have to. The fluttering winds felt delightfully fresh on her face, and Emma took this opportunity to remind herself that there were many hidden benefits to her condition...benefits that she had the exciting opportunity to discover.

She took a deep breath and re-focused on the tree. Needing only three strides, she crossed the entire lawn, going up to the big oak tree itself. She was able to see up into its branches, in a way that had been impossible before, and her eyes fell on a little bird's nest that was tucked cozily away, close to the trunk. It was empty, but Emma saw the fluffy remnants of several blue feathers.

'See?' she said to herself happily. 'It's fantastic being this big!'

"Uh, honey?" came Daniel's voice, behind and below her. "What're you doing now?"

"Just trying something fun!" replied Emma, pushing down her annoyance. She walked around to the other side of the tree and spread her arms wide. Taking a small step forward, she embraced the tree, her arms wrapping all the way around it...until her fingers touched.

"Yes!!" cried Emma, darting her head around the tree excitedly. "You seeing this, Daniel?! I can wrap my arms all the way around!"

"I...y-yes, I can see," he said bewilderingly. "Wow!"

"I just...haha, I thought I might be able to do it!" she laughed, locking the tips of her fingers together. "But I wasn't sure."

"Well, you...you got it, babe!" said Daniel, attempting to sound excited for her. In reality, though, he was more intimidated by Emma's show of size than he was comfortable admitting. That oak tree was by far the largest living thing on their property...but as Emma stood behind it, wrapping her arms around the whole thing, Daniel couldn't believe how ordinary and...well, small it looked, for a tree, at least. With Emma standing beside it, it almost looked like a miniature caricature of a large oak tree. Except...it WAS a large oak tree.

"Huh...ok then!" said Emma brightly, unwrapping herself from the tree and coming back around, a new light in her eyes. "Let's see...let's see what else!"

She turned down to Daniel, and for a couple long moments, she just stared at him. It was like she was seeing him for the first time...and in a way, this was true. She WAS seeing him in a new light, just as he was seeing her likewise. Her platform boots had been the propulsive force that had pushed Emma up into a new realm, a new reality. She had been huge before, yes -- but now...now she was truly beginning to seem like a giantess.

Daniel looked up at her nervously, wishing that she would stop looking at him like that. Her eyes made him uncomfortable. They made him feel tiny, small, insignificant...like he was losing her. Would she remember that they were still a couple? That he loved her, and she loved him!? Or was this crazy condition finally going to come between them, cutting off the possibility of true intimacy? Daniel didn't have much time to dwell on these unpleasant possibilities, though, because Emma was suddenly smiling, her curious look now evaporated.

"Hey! Get the camera!" she exclaimed, grinning with enthusiasm. "This is, like, the perfect time to take some more pictures, don't you think?"

"I...uh, sure Emma...I'll walk in and get it," said Daniel.

"Don't walk -- run!" she laughed. "Come on! This is gonna be fun!"

The next hour or so was spent taking pictures of Emma in a variety of strange and exotic poses. Daniel did his best to humor her, but after a while, it became tiresome to him, especially knowing, ultimately, that these pictures were intended for that weird entourage of men on the internet who were horny for his girlfriend. Once or twice, Daniel tried to protest certain poses, most particularly the one where Emma spread her legs and told him to get underneath her, in between her legs, and take a picture of her from above.

"But...but then you're, like...exposing yourself to them," said Daniel.

"Just a little view of my panties is all," said Emma casually, waving her hand. She saw that Daniel was still hesitating, and once again, she wasn't able to help the flush of irritation that passed through her. What, was he worried that his position was being threatened!? Didn't approve of his girlfriend living her life a little?? It wasn't hard for Emma's mind to start tumbling down those mental pathways, but she made a real effort to stymie herself and turn around.

"This is...just a little way for me to have fun," she said, crossing her booted feet together as she stood over him, straightening her arms out and folding her hands innocently. "Something that'll just, you know...relax me."

"You're relaxed...because you'll be sharing pictures of your panties?" asked Daniel doubtfully. As soon as he had spoken, though, he realized he had gone too far.

"Look, what's so hard to understand about all this?" she replied, no longer bothering to hide her irritation. "I've told you that I enjoy the kind of attention I've been getting from that...group of people, and I've told you that it's no threat to you, and I've TOLD you that it makes me feel calmer and...and more confident. Are you seriously gonna keep being a...a fucking sourpuss about it!?"