Emmas Growth Spurt Ch 21

"No...no, leave her," Daniel was saying to Emma's mother, as Maisy began to instinctively follow her giant daughter as she stormed away, shaking the ground beneath them. If Jim felt any kind of instinct to pursue his daughter, an even more powerful instinct was holding him back...the instinct that had judged, from the forceful venom in Emma's voice and the vibrating energy of her huge body, that Emma was in a dangerous mood.

"Let her...go on her way," said Daniel, with a little difficulty, owing in no small part to the large bruise that was deepening around the circumference of his neck. "Blow off some...hhuhhh...some steam."

"Oooooh, Daniel! Listen to you!" cried Daisy with concern, staring at his bruise as she held his shoulders tightly with her hands. "You can't even speak right!"

"I'm fine...uh, Daisy, I'm...yeah, I'm ok," chuckled Daniel, wincing through his words. "Just a little, uh...banged up is all, haha. I know that Emma didn't mean anything by it."

"Didn't mean...look, I know you're trying to stick up for her, ok?" snapped Daisy, shaking Daniel a little by his shoulders as she stared earnestly into his eyes, "But Emma wasn't just playing around right then."

"She wasn't....trying to hurt me or anything, Daisy," shaking his head and sighing at her a little indignantly.

"I'm not saying she was trying to HURT you, Daniel," shot back Daisy at once. "I'm saying that she was, like..."claiming" you or...or something weird. Something's gone wrong in her brain, I can tell. She's losing it, Daniel, and...and..."

Daniel had been trying not to look at Emma's sister, and had instead been focusing on Maisy as she stared down the country dirt road, after the already-disappeared sight of Emma. But now that he had heard the shake in Daisy's voice, something in him broke down inside, and he turned to look back at her. Their eyes met, and Daniel felt his heart start to thump with real urgency in his chest; his lungs tightened. Daisy's eyes were heavy with tears, which made them look even bigger and more reflective than they already were. Her lower lip was quivering, barely under control, and her nostrils were flaring in barely-repressed anticipation. Daniel couldn't help it -- his heart went out to her, because behind this reaction was genuine feeling, genuine concern...and because he knew, instantly, that Daisy's tears were for him.

"Hey...hey..." said Daniel, as calmly as he could over his thumping heart, as he reached up to his shoulder and grasped Daisy's hand, squeezing it. "It's...it's gonna be alright, ok? Hey...hey Daisy! Come on, you have to...have to believe that."

"Why should I believe it?" she said tearfully, looking away from him to the side and shaking her head, blinking the tears out of her eyes onto the pond bank. Daniel could tell that her breathing and heart rate had increased as well. "I don't...recognize her anymore!" Daisy continued, seeming to draw energy from speaking her misery. "She's gotten completely out of control! And...and the worst part is that I h-have to just...watch you caught up in the middle of it, Daniel, and y-you're such a great guy and I would...j-just never be able to forgive myself if I saw you...if I saw her...do something t-terrible to you."

"Nothing terrible is...gonna happen, ok?" said Daniel, in his best attempt at a soothing voice. But even as he spoke, he knew his words sounded hollow.

"You need to STOP that!" spat Daisy savagely, her eyes flashing as she rounded on Daniel with surprising ferocity. "How the FUCK do you know what's gonna happen!? Huh?? Emma almost squeezed your head off right there, pulling her little stunt, and it was...was only because of LUCK that you escaped...and BARELY! And how does she react!? She stomps away, because she's mad that I called her out! She's unstable, Daniel. And I am NOT just going to...to sit here and watch her hurt you!!"

Daniel opened his mouth to respond with some automatic, expected retort about his confidence in Emma, and about how she was just having a hard time, and about how she was really the victim here...but he felt it all die in his throat. He vaguely heard Maisy's admonishing her daughter for using bad language, and Daisy's immediate and angry response, but Daniel wasn't really listening to any of that. Daisy's words were sinking into his brain like fresh-fallen rain on a cracked, barren field. He knew that there was no purpose in arguing the point anymore -- Daisy was right. As much as Daniel had tried to circumvent this reality, for days, weeks, months...how long!? At least since he came to get her at the Institute, when she had exploded at those doctors...he had been desperately trying to deny the inevitable truth. He WAS losing her...in a lot of ways, he HAD lost her already. She had grown into something beyond him, and yet, "beyond" wasn't quite the right word, was it?

Her gigantic body had certainly surpassed any size he could have previously believed possible...but it was more than that, and Daniel had felt the reality like a persistent ache deep in his bones -- and now, this reality was rising to the surface, and it smarted and throbbed painfully in the sun. She had just become...so much MORE than him. The effortless weight and power of even her slightest movements, the sheer force and sonority of her voice when she spoke in a "normal" tone, the fact that she could barely even hear him anymore without bending way, way down...and (he shuddered to remember) how she had terrified him in the barn a week or so before, without even realizing it, and then drained the cum from his balls without even hardly making an effort. It had all just been like some kind of...of play to her. That's what it was. He had become less than a man to her a long time ago, way, way back when she sulked and complained that he couldn't engulf her in one of his bear hugs anymore. But now...well, Daniel had to face the truth that, to Emma, he had become less than human. He was just a plaything for her now, a curious little manlet...a doll.

"Daniel..." said Daisy again, but this time in a lower, softer, and more understanding voice, "This isn't easy for me to say to you...you know that, right? I hate seeing her like this too...she's...she's like, tortured...I can see it."

"Y-yeah..." said Daniel shakily, suddenly feeling quite sick to his stomach as he looked away from Daisy's big, empathetic eyes. He felt the smooth warm flesh of her hand slip into his, and the sickness, although it had seemed to drop down in his stomach like a heavy weight from nowhere, simply vanished. Without being able to help it, he turned back, and their eyes met. Daisy had always been very pretty...it was the first thing that Daniel had thought about her when Emma had taken him to meet her family for the first time. But Daniel had always been smitten with Emma, and HER face, and HER mannerisms...but now, Emma was off somewhere else...somewhere far up above him, far away, unattainable. The thought would have crushed his spirit under the weight of his own sadness and despair, if not for that face staring back at him. Daisy looked a lot like Emma, it was true...a little older...a little harder...maybe even with a bit sharper features. Emma had always had a kind of easy voluptuousness to her that Daisy lacked, but now that Daniel was looking into her face, he felt that he could see the sweet, effeminate animal in her eyes...seeking connection.

"Daisy..." breathed Daniel, squeezing her hand in his own. He could see her moving her other hand towards him, and he wanted to catch her somewhere in between. He wanted to stop her caring attention towards him -- it was starting to feel dangerous, and he wanted to draw the line. But he also moved to catch her hand for another reason: HE wanted to show HER that he wanted that connection too. The motives clashed within him, and their hands came together, squeezing and pulling. In a flash, their faces were mere inches apart. Daniel paused for a moment, actually tasting the delicious intimacy...intimacy that had been sorely absent for months. He could smell the exotic, heavy sweetness of Daisy's breath. He felt, in a strange, surreal shock, like he was a teenager again.

He knew this wasn't ok...he knew he had to stop this somehow. His eyes fell away from hers, and out of the periphery of his vision, he saw hers do the same. Their hands slackened a bit against each others', but did not let go. So they were on the same page, at least...maybe...

Daniel forced himself to look up past Daisy's shoulder, at Maisy, who was still standing in the dirt road, looking after where Emma had thundered away. Daniel felt like something had happened -- he longed to look back down at Daisy, but he knew that he shouldn't. Maisy turned back and saw him looking at her.

"Do you really think...we should just...let her go like that?" she asked him anxiously, wringing her hands. "Ohhhh, she did seem to be in such a bad mood! I'm worried about her...worried what she'll get in to!"

"Yes, well...I'm, uh...I'm worried about that too," said Daniel, coughing a little, and suddenly wondering why his neck felt so tender. "But uh...*coughcough* I think it's best just to...you know, let her be for now. Let her...uhmm...sort herself out."

"Shhhh, shhhhh, quit talking so much," chastised Daisy. "Let yourself rest a little, ok?"

It was only then that Daniel remembered that his entire neck was bruised; he had completely forgotten. He tried to stand up, and was able to, though he winced painfully as he did so. He had forgotten about the pain in his ankles as well.

"And no...no! Sit down, sit down!" commanded Daisy, seizing him gently by the waist and guiding him back down to the bank of the pond. "Look at your ankles, Daniel -- they're all bruised too! No reason to walk around, either! Just...take it easy, ok? I'm gonna go inside and get some ice packs."

Daniel was thankful to at least be relieved of Daisy's overbearing presence for a minute or so, but as soon as the relief had passed through his mind, he knew it was false, a product of some kind of bizarre wishful thinking. She wasn't being overbearing at all -- she was caring for him, and he registered and appreciated her care and concern wholeheartedly. In fact, as he watched her small, tight ass bounce back and forth as she walked quickly back to the farmhouse, her hair swinging in her wake, he had to blink and shake his head a couple times, as if freeing himself from some kind of spell. He wanted her to come back -- he wanted her at his side. Surely there was nothing wrong with that...right? This was a hard time for everyone, and it was only natural that he and Daisy would be partners in the misery of this situation. But somehow, in the moment, he didn't feel so miserable. If he confined his mind to the present moment, and put Emma out of his head, he actually felt...excited.

"Ohhh Daniel...I'm...I'm so sorry!" exclaimed Maisy, still wringing her hands as she came over to Daniel, bending over and putting her hand on his shoulder. "I'm just...I'm not sure what we're supposed to do about all of this right now." As she spoke, she looked over to Jim, who was also walking slowly towards Daniel, peering down at him to make sure he was ok. He locked eyes with his wife and shrugged, letting out a long exhale, while saying nothing. After Maisy didn't stop looking at him, though, he seemed to search around for something to say, finally coming up with:

"I can...go try and find her...try and talk her down a little."

"No, I, uhm...no that's...that's ok," said Daniel, shaking his head, even though his neck was throbbing again. "I really do think that we should just try and, uh, and leave her to herself for a little bit. I think...you know, I think that, even though we don't mean to, we can stress her out."

"What do you mean?" asked Maisy genuinely, looking closely at Daniel's neck.

"Well it's just...I think that maybe, at a certain point...how to put it..." said Daniel, searching for his words. In a way, he was helping himself sort out his own thoughts by talking out loud...and it also helped him at least try and relinquish that thrilling, uncomfortably intimate feeling he had just experienced with Daisy.

"I think that, at a certain point," he repeated, finding his words, and choosing them carefully, "Once Emma got, like...a certain size, you know...then it became very...difficult...for her to...to interact normally with me...with us."

"Mmhm," nodded Maisy, taking in what Daniel was saying as she looked at him intently.

"I mean, haha!" laughed Daniel in a sudden burst, delighting in how normal and conversational he sounded, even as he waited eagerly for Daisy to return, "I remember when she first stopped being able to use her computer...you know?"

"Oh! You mean..." began Maisy, "When she couldn't...?"

"Yeah!" answered Daniel, nodding, "When her fingers got too big for the keys. Or when she wasn't able to use a fork or spoon anymore..."

He paused, looking out toward the farmhouse, blinking.

"So, um...when she couldn't do those things anymore...?" Maisy continued with the interaction.

"Oh...oh! Right! Um...well, you know, it made her feel really awful, when she couldn't do those things anymore," said Daniel, his attention snapping back to Maisy. "It made her feel...you know, kind of like a freak. An outsider. Someone who couldn't do...normal things, like a normal person."

"But she can do so much more than ANY normal person," cut in Jim, in a rare moment of unsolicited speech, as he pointed over to the field that Emma had recently plowed using her own brute strength.

"Yes, but...but I mean...what I'm talking about is her feeling, uh...different from all of us, you know? Apart." The more he talked, the stranger Daniel was feeling about this whole situation. He was talking more sense out loud right now than he had in a long time...and he knew it was totally due to the fact that Emma wasn't there, and that Daisy had broken the ice. One she had forced him to admit that Emma had indeed changed dramatically, to the detriment of his own safety, it became a lot easier to analyze her from the outside. But even now, though, Daniel could start to feel the creeping tendrils of guilt crawling up from the bottom of his stomach...he remembered her beautiful, pitiful, pouting face after she couldn't use her laptop anymore. He felt his heart throb in his chest...he wanted that Emma back...how tall had she been then? 7 feet!? 8 feet?? He couldn't even remember -- it had seemed so long ago. But at least then they could live under the same roof, in a semblance of a normal relationship. Now...he felt the sadness crush back upon him as he touched his tender neck.

Daisy was hurrying back from the house with ice packs in her hands. Daniel felt himself inwardly brighten up; he couldn't wait for her to sit close to him again. For the moment, at least, he shoved his guilt aside. Emma was out there, somewhere in the wilderness, doing her own thing. He hadn't stomped away and left...she had.

"And...and I think," added Daniel, with a little more energy this time as he watched Daisy approaching, "That the bigger Emma has gotten, the more, you know...uhh, stressed out she can get when she has these moments where...where it all kind of all comes crashing down around her."

"Like...a few minutes ago, you mean?" asked Maisy, "When we were all staring at her and...saying how she...hurt you?"

"I mean...yeah," said Daniel, doing his best not to sound like he was accusing her. He was surprising himself with the clarity of his thoughts, and the ease with which he was speaking them. But Daisy had come back, and he started focusing on her again.

"Ohhh...my poor little Em," murmured Maisy sadly, shaking her head at the ground.

"Here, just...lie back against something," ordered Daisy, "So you can actually relax your neck while I put this ice pack on it."

"I don't...uh...there's not really anything to --" began Daniel, but Daisy interrupted him.

"Here, just turn around and lean your back against me, alright?" Daisy's suggestion was so casual, and so innocent, that Daniel had to pause and check her face, to make sure that he hadn't just imagined that moment that they had shared a couple minutes before. There were her big eyes, and her slightly open mouth...there were her hands, indicating with the ice packs. It was a genuine request. But Daniel knew...he KNEW...that there was a little something else behind it. Any trepidation he felt now quickly evaporated in the heat of his excitement, and he turned around and gently leaned his back against her bosom without uttering a word of protest. He felt himself sink into her breasts, which gave way, but being firm, not too much. A sudden cold bite engulfed his entire neck, and for a bizarre second, Daniel had imagined that Daisy had snaked her head down and bitten him on the neck. He felt his cock throb a little...and he knew he had to get himself back under control, even as, despite the ice on his neck, he had to consciously prevent his eyelids from blinking in slow pleasure.

"Maise...I don't like seeing you like this," Jim was saying to his wife, who was pacing back and forth, still wringing her hands. It was certainly jarring for everyone, seeing Maisy behaving this way. She almost never allowed anyone to see her anxiety, but it was starting to spill over now.

Maisy stopped her pacing and turned to look at her husband. The lines of worry were creased clearly in her face, but even now, she seemed to exert a stronger will over her fears.

"Oh I'm sorry Jim!" she replied with Emmaful earnestness, "It's just that I hate to think of our little girl out there...just, suffering...suffering all by herself...all alone."

She stopped and looked down at Daniel, who suddenly felt a little awkward, leaning as he was on Daisy. But he quickly reassured himself that everything that was happening was totally "in-bounds," and anyway, the way Emma's mom was looking at him was more apologetic than anything.

"And...of course I don't mean anything against YOU when I say that, Daniel," Maisy added quickly. "It's just...hearing what you just said...well, you're right. You're absolutely right, Daniel. The bigger she's gotten, the more isolated she's become. And...and it's through no fault of her own...or YOUR own, Daniel...that things have happened this way. You know, I reckon Em hasn't been the only one to feel alone too. I know it hasn't been easy for you, Daniel...and I know it must've been lonely work, so much of the time...feeling her slipping away from you like that."

"I...y-yeah, well," said Daniel awkwardly.

"Do you think we should call the police?" asked Maisy suddenly, turning back to her husband.

"What? No! No, not the police," said Daniel immediately, trying to sit up abruptly.

"Hey! Take it easy!" exclaimed Daisy, putting a hand on his chest and easing him back down into her chest. "You can talk, just don't move, ok? You need to let your body relax."

"I...ok," said Daniel, momentarily distracted by the sight and feel of Daisy's manicured hand on his chest from behind. He felt his cock throb a little again, but he quickly brushed the feeling aside.

"Not the police," he repeated quickly, shaking his head up at Maisy.

"Well why not?" she asked anxiously. "What if she...what if...oh, goodness, I don't know! I don't even know what I'm saying!"

"Ease up Maise," muttered Jim. "We know what you're on about."

"So you DO think we should do something, then?" Maisy asked her husband, turning to him. Jim shook his head as he exhaled, shrugging his shoulders as he blinked at the ground.

"I don't know what we CAN do, really," said Daisy from behind Daniel. She inclined her head down towards him. "You really don't think we should at least...you know...let the police know about her? It was fine when she was kind of...hidden here...but now that she's gone off."