Emmas Growth Spurt Ch 28

Emma was vaguely aware that she probably looked like a silly child, kicking her legs back and forth in midair as she sat on the giant red armchair, a huge grin splashed out across her face. She could feel the little upturned faces of the doctors looking at her, and it was incredible how different she felt about their attention now, compared to just five minutes before. Earlier, the knowledge that she was being observed and examined by all these medical people had been terribly distressing, and when mixed with the straps binding her down, and that awful pink gas they had pumped into the room, the whole situation had been downright grotesque.

But everything was different now -- she and her doctors had come to an understanding. And on top of that, so much had already changed. She could see all of the doctors now, and it only took looking down on them to be reminded how small ordinary people were compared to her. It was impossible for her to be frightened of them now. But the warm sunlight that was bathing the huge room in golden light was gently soaking into Emma's skin, and brightening everything around her. She had forgotten how much she loved the sun, and how good it felt to soak it up. In the past weeks, she had mainly been confining herself to the barn, as she grew increasingly isolated and depressed. But now, the sun was shining bright, and she could feel her body responding. The glad, golden rays seemed to symbolize everything that was happening. She was free...free to walk around, to laugh and smile and jump around in her new "home." The reality that she was not, in fact "free," was filed away, deep in her mind. Emma knew that it didn't do to dwell on such things, and besides, where else would she be accommodated like this!?

She hopped down off the red armchair, and the crowd of scientists abruptly broke off, scattering in different directions as they reacted instinctively to the 27'3 giantess suddenly getting a little too close to them for comfort. Only Dr. Clinebell seemed unfazed, and he laughed heartily towards the others:

"Heheh, she's big, isn't she? Just a little bit intimidating? Hahaha, don't mind them Emma...they've all still gotta get used to you, but don't take it personally, it'll happen soon enough!"

But even as Dr. Clinebell spoke up to her through his chuckling laughter, he could tell that Emma wasn't really listening to him. Far up above came the much deeper, more profound vibrations of her own laughter, which quickly drowned out any other sound other than the booming thuds of her bare feet against the hard smooth floor. She was off and running, and in her eagerness to explore the new room, her fuzzy white bathrobe actually came untied at her waist, exposing her nude torso to the open air. Her tremendous breasts bounced free, and Emma could feel the fresh morning air against the bare flesh of her toned stomach, her hips, and her pubic triangle as she bounded about the repurposed hanger. She didn't care that her tits were out, or that the little people down below could see her vagina -- she just didn't care at all. She was far too busy enjoying the crazy novelty of all of this high-quality furniture that was quite obviously built for someone close to twice her size.

Emma skipped up to the colossus of a wooden table, complete with four huge wooden chairs. She paused, staring up at the huge wooden expanse as she reached her hand up to touch it, as if trying to make sure that it was actually real. The table was so tall that Emma could barely see over the edge.

"So this...uhhhh...this stuff is all for me?" she asked uncertainly, to nobody in particular. The group of scientists was cautiously following her around, with Dr. Clinebell in the lead.

"All for you, Emma!" Dr. Clinebell called up to her. It was truly astonishing and discombobulating for the "normal-sized" scientists to look up at this 27'3 giantess who was in turn dwarfed by this massive table. They were all exchanging meaningful looks as they whispered amongst each other, but their gazes all inevitably returned to Emma, whenever she spoke or did anything.

"I...uhhh...wowww!" she laughed. She stood on her toes so she could get a good look at the rest of the table. "So, is this, like...this is because...I'm gonna keep growing, then?"

"Well Emma," called up Dr. Clinebell, "We don't really know yet."

"What's that?" asked Emma, turning around and squinting down at him. "What did you say?"

"I said," Dr. Clinebell repeated, now speaking up to her through a megaphone, "That we're not really sure, Emma. But you're still growing at a steady pace, so we figured that we ought to prepare for...uh, for..."

He dropped the megaphone from his mouth; Emma had apparently stopped listening and caromed around to the far end of the table, hopping up on one of the sturdy wooden chairs. Once again, she was swinging her feet in the air, her hands flat on the chair on both sides of her body, as she leaned into her new pose. She just couldn't get over how wonderful it felt to be around things that were way too big for her, rather than way too small.

"Heheh, she's enjoying herself, isn't she?" Dr. Clinebell chuckled to the other scientists. "Let's all just hold back for a bit, why don't we? Give her a little room...a little space to settle in."

"Hey!" came Emma's voice, thundering suddenly out into the air. All the scientists, including Dr. Clinebell, jumped a little at the sound. But Emma, being way on the other side of the table, didn't notice.

"There are four chairs here!" she continued. "Is that because...there are more people like me!? More people as big as me!?" Her mind jumped back again to Igor, but she quickly brushed the memory aside. He couldn't have grown anywhere close to that big -- he was tiny...under 9 feet tall! And besides, his growth had slowed to a snail's pace over the years from all the treatment he had received. Not like hers, she thought...which had accelerated in response to the treatment.

"Hahaha that's...a good question, Emma!" laughed Dr. Clinebell, speaking again into the megaphone. "And the short answer is "no." There's no one else like you Emma. And, haha, trust me, we'd know if there was!"

"Then why are there four chairs?" Emma persisted, still kicking her feet in the air. She didn't really care about the answer -- she felt almost high off the fresh oddity of this new place, and she just felt like blurting out little questions for the hell of it. She felt like a young girl at the zoo, asking her parents what that animal was, and that animal, and that animal...

"Ehaha, wellll..." laughed Dr. Clinebell, glancing sideways at the other scientists, "We just wanted the place to feel normal, you know? Homey."

The doctor's answer sank into Emma's mind, even though she barely was listening. A part of her had been hoping, in some strange kind of way, that these government people were keeping several giant people under wraps at this facility. She wouldn't be alone...she wouldn't be the only one...

But pretty quickly, this fleeting thought evaporated away. She enjoyed being the only one...the only person who had grown so tall, so big and strong and powerful. And yet she couldn't help but laugh. This place made her feel minuscule! It was like she was a little person trapped in some kind of phantasmagoric terrarium. She jumped off the chair, giggling, and ducked down, running underneath the table. It was incredible -- she hardly even had to bend her head down! She popped out the other side and took off running toward the huge, open expanse at the far end of the room. And when Emma broke into a run, it was impossible for the scientists to keep up with her -- her strides quickly reached 20 feet, and then a second or two later had reached 25 feet. Ironically, she hadn't felt this free since...well, since way back before she could remember. She didn't really bother to think why, since she was so enjoying herself, but the truth was that she could only truly relax, stretch out her limbs, and be herself, once she had privately admitted that there was nowhere else she could go. The government had planned the whole thing out beautifully, so that even though they were technically imprisoning her, she felt more welcome and at home than she had felt ever since her ordeal began.

"Goodness! Look at her go!" murmured Dr. Bolton, the female scientist with the short black hair.

"Heheh, yeah...she's magnificent, isn't she?" nodded Dr. Clinebell, watching her run. "She's like one of those...oh whaddya call em'? Those race dogs...ummm...greyhounds! Yeah, greyhounds! You know, that are kept all cooped up in stalls for years on end, and then they get rescued and set loose in a field and they just run and run?"

"Clinebell, you're a screwball," muttered Dr. Ossofrd, a handsome, sandy-haired older man, as he shook his head. "How does your mind jump to "greyhound" when you look at her!? She looks more like an elegant mare! God, that bone structure! Can you imagine what her DEXA's gonna read?"

"What a surprise," remarked Dr. Farley (a younger man) dryly, "The orthopedist likes her bones."

"Well what do you expect?" retorted Dr. Ossford, straightening up challengingly toward his younger colleague. "Everyone to his profession. I mean, I bet you're wondering how many...uhhhh, grams of protein she has to eat every day to look like that."

"I am, actually," laughed Dr. Farley, staring across the room at Emma with evident awe. "I'm guessing well over 5 kilograms, but that'll have to wait for the tests. Jesus, Clinebell...you weren't kidding -- she's incredible! Though I have to say, haha, I'm with Ossford here -- she looks waaaay more like one of those wild horses you see on those nature shows...and that red hair! Wowwww!"

"She looks like a very tall, very big, very beautiful...woman," declared Dr. Bolton emphatically. "Not a dog...not a horse...who both have four legs...geez, are you guys being serious right now? Or can you not wrap your minds around the fact that that's a human girl over there?"

"Well...I mean, let's not speak too soon," joked Dr. Farley, chuckling. "You know, before we do all our tests..."

Dr. Ossford and a few of the other male doctors muttered their recognition of the joke in muted laughter. Dr. Bolton was smirking now.

"You know what I think?" she said slyly, "I think you guys are all intimidated by her, because she makes you feel tiny and insecure in your masculinity, and so you cope with it by imagining her as some kind of animal, just so you don't have to grapple with how inadequate you'd be to her."

"Get a load of Bolton," teased Dr. Farley, elbowing his closest colleagues before turning back to her. "As a psychiatrist, maybe you shouldn't be in the habit of offering your services for free."

"Just as a public service over profit," grinned Dr. Bolton. It was clear they were all in the habit of jabbing each other. "But really, Farley, don't let her hear you talk like that. It might make her feel weirder than she already does."

"Oh relax, I'd never actually say that stuff around her," Dr. Farley said casually. "And look at her -- we're the last thing on her mind right now."

They all turned back around to look at Emma, who was indeed preoccupied at the far end of the hanger, a quarter mile away. In her enthusiastic sprint, she had streaked by a colossal open-air kitchen, with a stove and a sink that came all the way up to Emma's chin, as well as a titanic sofa set, complete with a boulder of an ottoman. Emma had vaguely taken note of what she was passing, but she had just wanted to stretch her legs and really break into a full-on run for the first time in far too long. The huge, lengthy, spacious hanger made her body beg for this kind of release, and Emma was enjoying every second of it.

She finally came to a stop of her own volition, because she was out of breath. This fact alone impressed Emma -- even though the room was huge, she had been expecting to feel a little confined at the end of her run, but it turned out that she actually had to slow down and stop with a good 200 feet to go before she reached the end of the open-air end of the building. Emma wanted to peer outside to get a better idea of where she actually was, but before that, something caught her eye in the corner: a gigantic bed, all neatly made-up and looking as plush and inviting as could be, sat in the far right corner of the room. Emma strolled up to it curiously, and once she had reached the foot of the bed, she put her hands out to feel the mattress. Her eyes opened in wonder as she saw her hands sink into the soft, sumptuous material. It was some kind of "memory foam," but far softer, more luscious, and more silken than anything she had ever touched. In a moment she had taken a step back and vaulted herself onto the bed, which had come all the way up to her exposed breasts.

"Oh my god!" she whispered to herself, looking out across the huge, inviting expanse of the massive bed. "This is...this is just...perfect!"

She laughed and crawled forward toward the head of the bed, and she flipped herself around, lying her head down on one of the car-sized pillows as she spread her entire body out like a starfish. Her hands and feet didn't even come close to reaching the ends or sides of the bed. Emma laughed again, taking immense pleasure in this discovery, and she waved her arms and legs back and forth, back and forth, like she was making a snow-angel on the bed.

Emma lay there for several minutes, absorbing the thrill of actually being able to move around in a space that wasn't confining. She hadn't realized before the exhausting mental toll it had been taking on her, being cooped up in houses and barns and little spaces where she couldn't really move. The farm had been an open space, but Emma had been so depressed there that she had spent most of her time curled up in the barn, in the fetal position, especially after...after...

But it was easier than ever not to think about...about him now...about that past life. There wasn't any question that this is where she belonged now. All the time and effort they had spent preparing this space for her! And all the experts who were going to be attending to her! Before, such a notion would have been intolerable, and would have given her bad flashbacks to the Institute. But this place, and these doctors, all felt so very different. Everything was far more sleek and professional -- the doctors seemed way more relaxed and...well, normal, just the way that they had been smiling up at her, welcoming her. And there were so many of them! And all of them were there for her, unlike at the Institute, where she had just felt like another patient, like another unlucky soul who had been sucked into the lurid, labyrinthine medical system. This place felt warm and comforting. Finally she was going to get the care she and accommodation needed.

Emma wasn't even thinking about the prospects for her "treatment." She had long since come to terms with her size. That moment when she had been standing naked in the field, when she had felt the fierce heat of the sun against her face...that had been the moment of the change-over, when something had clicked in her brain, when she had stopped wishing that her mysterious growth wasn't happening. In the back of her mind now, she knew that all those doctors would probably be trying to find out what was causing her growth, but somehow, Emma felt that if they ever did find out, they would give her the choice to revert back to her "old" self or remain as she was. There wasn't any question in her mind: she would stay big. It was who she was now: a towering, strong, powerful giantess, who had the most thoughtful team of little people looking after her.

"Well Emma?" came the sound of Dr. Clinebell's amplified voice from far down below. "What do you think?" It had taken the doctors a while to catch up with her, and in any case, they had been leisurely strolling as they bantered excitedly amongst themselves. Emma had been staring up at the ceiling, and she had just noticed, far, far up in the ceiling, way out of her reach, a series of long pipes. But Dr. Clinebell's voice distracted her, and she suddenly sat up cross-legged in the bed...her bed...feeling emotional and overwhelmed. The group of tiny white coats swam down below in her vision, and Emma realized that she was tearing up.

"It's...perfect," she sniffed. "I d-....I don't know what to...what to say."

"Well you don't have to say anything," chuckled Dr. Clinebell. "We all want you to be comfortable here, so, of course, it goes without saying that if you ever find that you need anything more, just please...let us know."

Emma nodded silently and wiped her eyes. Yes, this all definitely felt different. All those little doctors, staring up at her...that would have surely set her off before, but she just didn't really mind it now. She also didn't even notice, or care, that her tits were completely out. Already the space was beginning to feel like hers.

After another few moments of re-collecting herself, Emma hopped down off the bed, marveling at how the floor didn't really even seem to shake with her weight. She was too big to feel it, but the doctors close by absolutely felt the vibrations, to the point where Dr. Bolton even had to steady herself a little on her heels.

"So..." Emma said, walking towards the open-air end of the hanger. "This is...uhm...where the building ends, huh?"

"Yes ma'm!" answered Dr. Clinebell through his megaphone. "What a view, huh?"

It certainly was. Emma found herself looking off into a range of bare, towering mountains, which stretched out before her as far as she could see. There were no other buildings that she could see, no other sign of human society...no radio towers, no airplanes, no flashing lights, no nothing. It was a desolate landscape, majestic in its epic scope, and also mysterious and hushed in its own right. The morning sun reflected warmly off the bare peaks, painting them with shades of yellow, red, and deep violet. Emma caught a whiff of the clear, pristine mountain air, and she breathed it in deeply through her nostrils, inhaling the stark, hardy scent of the metamorphic rock.

"Yeah," Emma nodded. "It's...beautiful. What mountains are those?"

There was no answer from Dr. Clinebell, and after a few seconds Emma turned around to him expectantly. But even as she turned, a smirk came to her face.

"Haha, I know, I know," she giggled. "You can't tell me."

"Heheh, yeah..." Dr. Clinebell chuckled. "You know, the whole "undisclosed location" thing and all..."

"Oh I get it...haha...uh, no problem," Emma said genially. Of course, she would have been curious to know where in the world they were, but she had asked the question without thinking, and not out of a burning desire to know. She turned back to the mountains. They looked so alien, so unlike anything she had ever seen, either in person or in pictures. A sudden thought popped into her mind -- that they were on Mars -- but she laughed this ridiculous idea off. She was breathing in air! And anyway, they had been flying her in a helicopter! Not a rocket! She chuckled to herself at her crazy ideas.

"Thinking about what it would be like to climb those mountains?" asked Dr. Clinebell presently. He had noticed her chuckling to herself, and had wanted to keep the conversation moving along. It was important that he allow her to relax into her space, yes, but it was also important that he reminded her, at this early stage, that she wasn't alone here, and would never really be alone.

"I...heh, now I am," Emma laughed, looking off into the tallest peaks in the distance. The mountains were jagged and pointed, making it quite clear where the summits were. Emma suddenly found herself wondering whether, if she was on top of the tallest mountain now, whether she could be seen from their vantage point here.