Chapter 12

After a strange drive back home, Daniel finally pulled the car into their driveway, towing the horse container behind, with Emma lounging fitfully inside. During the journey, Emma had called Daniel several times on the phone just to talk and hear his comforting words, and he had done his best to say the right things to Emma while also paying attention to the road. It was a delicate balance — he knew that she was feeling on edge, and so he made a point to refute any insecurities that came up during their talks. 

“I feel like a big old animal in here,” she had complained to him over the phone. “A huge, giant farm animal.”

“Aww honey,” Daniel had replied, “Don’t feel that way. This container was the only thing I could find that was…you know…self-contained…safe enough to take to go on the highway. It’s just a matter of practicality, Emma. try not to overthink it.”

“I can still smell the horses that were kept in here before!” she whined. “It feels like you’re driving me to the Kentucky Derby or something…I feel like…like a giant piece of meat.”

“Emmma,” sighed Daniel, smiling a little to himself and shaking his head, despite a slight twinge of irritation at her slightly infantilized behavior. 

“I know, I know,” she answered immediately in an apologetic, retreating tone. “There I go again, being a huge baby again. And after all the time you spent putting all these soft pillows and mattress in here…oh Daniel, I’m sorry I’m being such a stick in the mud! I’ll try to just shut up now.”

“Emma…honey,” chuckled Daniel, “Don’t sweat it, ok? I know you’re stressed out right now. Just…try and relax, ok?” 

“O-ok,” she said thickly into the phone, and promptly hung up. She didn’t want him to hear her crying again, and or the next several minutes, she buried her face in one of the soft pillows, softly crying here and there. She wished that she could pinpoint what it was exactly that was making her feel so emotional and helpless. 

‘It’s the disorder…it’s as simple as that,’ she told herself. But as soon as the thought dropped into her mind, she knew it wasn’t entirely true. Yes, she was feeling scared, from time to time, of the uncertainty of everything. But her growth alone didn’t seem to explain why her emotions and hormones felt so out of whack. A few minutes later, she called Daniel again…

But now they were back home. Daniel came around and unlatched the trailer door. His breath caught in his throat again when his eyes fell on Emma again. Yes, it had only been a couple hours, but already, he had almost forgotten how huge she really was in person now. Emma was palming the ceiling of the trailer, half-standing and looking rather uncomfortable, as she struggled forward under bent knees toward the entrance. Daniel unconsciously took a couple steps backward as she came on — her massive, curvy body seemed to fill most of the entire trailer opening as she stepped out.

“Aww, we’re home!” cried Emma, clasping her hands together joyfully as she looked at the house. Her gaze lingered uneasily for several seconds at the front door, and Daniel could tell she was thinking exactly what he was thinking: how on earth was she going to fit through it!?

But Emma had already expelled her negative emotions on the ride back, and she was determined to maintain a sunny disposition. 

“Haha, well…uh, it’s…everything looks a little different now, doesn’t it?” she chuckled, walking towards the house as Daniel followed with her huge bag. 

“I’m sure it does to you!” answered Daniel. “You were…like, how tall when you left? I forget.”

“I forget too,” murmured Emma, now at the front door and staring at it curiously. It was just too crazy — the door itself only came up to her elbows. For a couple seconds, Emma just stared blankly down at the door, almost as if it was some kind of joke. 

‘It’s like…a big dollhouse door,’ she thought to herself. She raised her eyes, looking straight ahead, and found that she was actually able to see the black shingles of the roof, which twinkled in the sunlight, as if welcoming her to a new world. 

“Here, let…let me go in first, ok, Emma?” asked Daniel, gritting his teeth with effort as he lugged the bag up the steps. Emma had forgotten that he had been standing behind her, exerting himself. 

“Oh…oh! Sorry!” she replied, doing her best to step aside to let Daniel by. Looking down, she watched him unlock the door, and pull her bag inside…she saw his form disappear under the door frame far below her. Of course, since his head only came up to her hips, she had marveled at his relative tininess before, but there was something about watching Daniel vanish into that miniature door that hit home his smallness in a new way. 

“Wow! You just…you just walked right in, no problem, huh?” laughed Emma, bending down at the waist as she ducked her huge head down under the door frame, watching him walk into the house. She inhaled the familiar, but half-forgotten scent of their home, and she felt a tide of happiness well up inside her.

“Uh…yeah…I mean, it’s just a door, isn’t it?” laughed Daniel, depositing her bag down and turning back around. 

“Well, a tiny door for tiny people, at least,” said Emma, half out-loud and half to herself. Daniel almost spoke up to correct her, to remind her that neither he nor the door were “tiny” — she was the one who was the anomaly here. But he thought better of it.

“Now, how…how am I…gonna…fit through here?” Emma ventured, grasping onto the top of the door frame as she bent down even further. She felt absolutely massive in the space of the door, and momentarily, she felt like a monstrous abomination. 

‘Positive attitude!’ she reminded herself as she arched her head and neck awkwardly down and through the door.

“Yeah…yeah, I think you’ll fit!” Daniel was saying, coming up to her and holding up his hands anxiously in midair, poised to do something, but able to do nothing. 

“I…think so too,” Emma said, wincing slightly as she felt her shoulder rub up uncomfortably and tightly against the top of the door frame. “Ow! I just…need to make sure I just…arrange myself the right way here. Oh damn…now I’m stuck.”

“Here,” said Daniel, “Wh-why…why don’t you just, like, turn sideways?”

“Well I’m already kinda sideways,” Emma returned. “It’s not my hips…it’s…my height.”

“Right, right,” agreed Daniel quickly, “But I’m just saying, maybe, uhhh, like turn sideways and then…maybe come in headfirst. Like in a kind of, um…side crawl or something.”

“Like this?” asked Emma, dropping down to her knees and straightening her back. Even on her knees like this, the top of her head still easily cleared the doorframe.

“Yeah…and just…sideways…that’s right,” Daniel encouraged, feeling dazed by the sight of his girlfriend’s eyes being even with the top of the door frame…when she was on her knees. 

“And then, let me just…yeah, ok, there we go,” Emma grunted slightly, as she ducked her head down and pivoted her shoulders to the side and forward, awkwardly pushing through the doorway. The momentum of her huge torso, however, was a little more than she had expected, and she found herself beginning to fall towards the floor.

“Watch it!” cried Daniel, rushing forward to do something, although his motions were more reflexive than anything else, seeing as how he had no hope whatsoever of cushioning Emma’s fall. Emma, however, had realized what was happening in time, and had responded by shooting out an arm towards the floor to arrest her fall. Her hand widened itself out and smacked down on the floor, right in the area that Daniel had been about to step. The loud sound of her hand drew his eyes downward, and he was stunned to see Emma’s massive hand all splayed out next to his feet, straining visibly from the immense weight it supported. Daniel couldn’t believe it — her hand completely dwarfed his feet, and that wasn’t all. He suddenly felt distinctly intimidated by the obvious power and strength in Emma’s hand; he knew that his entire body would have crumpled under such weight as Emma’s hand and arm were supporting, and yet she was apparently able to manage it quite easily. Daniel’s eyes travelled up her bare arm, which looked incredibly strong, dense, and solid, while at the same time maintaining its feminine plush and shape. Emma was strong…and her arm itself, measured next to Daniel’s body, was as long as one of his legs. Her shoulder was even with his waist. Daniel found himself wondering if her arm itself was just as big — or perhaps even bigger — than each of his legs.

“Ooops, haha!” Emma laughed, scooting her big ass through the doorway as she lugged the rest of her body inside, “Almost fell there. I’ve been a total klutz recently!”

“Hehe, uhh…don’t worry about it,” said Daniel uneasily, stepping back a little from Emma’s big, powerful arm. “I…uh, haha, it’s…it’s only natural that you’re…you know, getting used to…um…to your body as it…as it grows.” 

“Yeah, well, I can at least try and not bang around, messing everything up,” said Emma self-deprecatingly. She extended one of her toes and behind her and flicked it against the door, causing it to swing back and slam closed violently. 

“See? Like that!” Emma exclaimed. “I’m sorry Daniel! I’ll be gentler around here, I promise!”

“It’s ok!” he laughed, inwardly shaken at how easily she had slammed the door…with her toe.

“Oh my GOD, it’s sooooo good to be home!” Emma cried. As she raised her voice joyfully, the plates and glasses in the cupboards audibly rattled and shook against each other. Aside from her increased size, Daniel could tell that something had indeed changed in her — her voice itself was just…more. Its sonority, its pitch, how it carried, and how it seemed to penetrate the air…it was all just…bigger…more substantial. And it made him feel even smaller than he already felt. 

“It’s…so nice to have you back!” Daniel responded genuinely. 

“Now, let me just…see if I can stand in here,” Emma said, and attempted to rise to her feet. 

“I…I don’t think you’re gonna be able to, Emma,” warned Daniel, but she ignored him and kept trying to stand up. Once she had her feet under her, she tried rising up, extending her legs, but she was never able to lock her knees, or straighten her neck, for that matter. Her head came into soft contact awkwardly with the ceiling, and Emma was forced to turn her head sideways, so that her cheek was actually flattened out against the ceiling itself. She looked down at Daniel and made a pouty face.

“Awww, it’s…it’s ok, Emma,” Daniel said diplomatically. “Uhh..standing inside is overrated anyway. Big deal, right? Besides…um, like, you’re not gonna need to be standing up much while you’re in here, remember? I’ll be doing all the cooking and everything — you can just…just lounge comfortably on the sofa in here!”

“Yeah, I guess,” she said quietly, obviously bothered by not being able to stand up straight.

“Why…don’t you go sit down in the living room, you know, just to decompress a little after that ride?” Daniel proposed. “Here, I’ll unpack your bag, and…and you just relax, ok?”

Emma blinked down, looking at him sideways from her awkward position against the ceiling. For a few long moments, there was silence between them, and Daniel began to have the uncomfortable feeling that Emma was looking at him…well, in a new kind of way. It was almost like she was taking in the novelty of him as a tiny entity, and for some reason, being back in their shared home space magnified the size comparison between them even further. 

“You’re such a sweet little guy,” Emma murmured down at him, shaking her head slightly. “What on earth have I done to deserve such a…cute little helper like you?”

“I…uh, hehe, I’ll just…I’ll just be in the bedroom, unpacking the bag,” he chuckled awkwardly, shuffling away and feeling the buzzing pinpricks of discomfited circulation impinging all over his skin. He suddenly had the sensation of feeling objectified, like a little animal…like a pet…in Emma’s eyes. And as he dragged her bag towards the bedroom, he could feel her eyes following him; he even glanced back, and saw that she had an affectionate smirk on her face. He smiled back edgily and escaped her gaze, into the bedroom.

Emma heaved a great sigh and looked around at the living room and the kitchen. Everything looked more or less the same as before, arranged identically…everything smelled the same too. But it was all terribly “off” in one single sense: to Emma, it seemed like everything had been shrunken down considerably, to the extent that, once again, she couldn’t help but wonder if all of this was some elaborate joke being played on her. She knew that it was all just because she had grown so much bigger, but oddly, in her mind, that fact in and of itself didn’t adequately explain how strange she felt in this “home space.” 

‘I just need to sit down in my old chair,’ she thought, reasoning that returning to her old furniture would soothe her anxiety. She eyed her “arts and crafts” chair in the kitchen, still sitting there reassuringly, like an old friend. Emma smiled and started haltingly walking towards it, but after a single step, she laughed and shook her head to herself. 

‘This is ridiculous,’ she chuckled to herself. Feeling not a little silly, she sank down onto her knees, fell forward onto her hands, and proceeded to crawl towards the chair. 

“Is everything ok!?” asked Daniel, bursting back into the room with an alarmed expression.

“Huh?” asked Emma, turning around to look at him from her “all fours” position. “Yeah…everything’s fine. What’s wrong?”

“It was…just…that bang! Did you hear it!?” He was clearly rattled. 

“Bang?” asked Emma, puzzled. “Uh…no, I didn’t really hear a…a bang. I mean…maybe my hands kinda shook the floor a little, but…uhh, well anyway, sorry I startled you!”

Daniel stood there for a moment, not seeming to understand how Emma could have made such a loud noise without even realizing it. But he tried to recover, backing away.

“O-ok,” he said, trying to sound natural. “Just…making sure you were ok.”

“Haha, I’m fine!” Emma laughed, turning back around and crawling up to her chair. She looked down at it, sitting up there close to the kitchen counter. It certainly looked far smaller than Emma remembered, but she knew that her mind was playing all kinds of tricks on her, and she resolved to just quit worrying about everything and sit down. She rose up over the chair, taking care not to rise too high towards the ceiling and then sat down…or at least, she tried to. Her butt came down over the chair’s armrests — on both sides — and refused to let the rest of her body go down. 

“Damn it!” Emma muttered under her breath. “Is it seriously this small now!? Come onnnn!” 

She jostled and wiggled her ass, trying to shimmy it into the chair, but all that she got in the response was an even more uncomfortably tight fit. And even worse, as she pushed her weight down into the chair, she heard the sounds of splitting wood begin to cut the air. She became fearful that she was about to break her favorite chair, and promptly got back down on her hands and knees, taking her weight off the chair.

“Geez!” she grunted to herself in irritation. “I can’t even…sit down anymore!?” She felt a strange sensation still tickling her butt, and she turned around to see that the chair was actually stuck to her ass, with its legs pointed crazily up at the ceiling. 

“What the?” she almost laughed. She hadn’t even realized that she had whisked the entire chair up off the ground…by getting her ass stuck in it. She shook her butt a few times, trying to dislodge the chair, but it only shook and bounced along with her huge cheeks. After it became clear that this particular idea wasn’t going to work, Emma reached back, latched her hand around the chair’s seat, and tugged in what she had meant to be a gentle gesture. She underestimated her own strength, though, because the chair popped out from her butt instantly, and swung upwards toward the ceiling in the trajectory of her hand’s motion. She realized too late how strong this motion had been, and the chair’s legs banged loudly into the ceiling, making four dents in the sheet rock.

“It’s ok! it’s ok!” Emma called, correctly anticipating Daniel running back into the room with another equally-alarmed expression. “I just…got clumsy again. Sorry!”

“What…what happened?” asked Daniel, looking with stupefaction up at the dents in the ceiling. 

“Just got my ass stuck in the chair,” said Emma, trying to put on a smile as she waved the chair towards him in the air with one hand. She had no idea how intimidating this simple and innocent gesture was for Daniel — his girlfriend was nonchalantly waving around a big wooden chair…with one hand. 

“And then…well,” continued Emma, feeling like it was better not to explain the whole thing. “It’s ok, babe. It’s all good. I’ll just go sit on the sofa.”

Daniel lingered for a moment longer, and this made Emma feel suddenly irritated. Was he going to just be standing there gawking every time she made a clumsy fool of herself!? Didn’t he understand that she had been back home for literally five minutes and just had to get used to the space again?? But as soon as he had gone back into the bedroom, these feelings dissipated, and she crawled over to the sofa, managing to carefully lie her body out on top of it, with something approaching comfort. The entirety of her lower legs, however, hung off the edge — she was just too tall...But Emma managed this by finding a way to put her feet comfortably on the floor. She snuggled up to the sofa pillows, doing her best to ignore the fact that almost a third of her width was unsupported. Looking around for the TV remote, she saw that it wasn’t in its usual spot on the coffee table. 

“Daniel?” she called out. “Where’s the remote? I can’t find it.”

“Uhh…it should be on the coffee table,” his voice came from the bedroom. 

“Well I looked there and I don’t see it,” Emma called back. She knew that she could easily just poke around and look for it herself. But she really just didn’t feel like it. After a little sound of shuffling, Daniel reappeared, frowning slightly as he went over to look on the coffee table. Emma watched him innocently, still not able to quite wrap her mind around how small he looked. Even as she lounged on the sofa, she was as tall as he was.

“Well…it was…hmm,” muttered Daniel, looking around the room. “It was there before…but…oh! Here it is!” He had just overturned a magazine on the coffee table, revealing the remote. 

“Oh…hehe, oops, sorry honey,” said Emma sheepishly, accepting the remote as Daniel held it out to her. “Guess I’m just feeling a little lazy today.”

“Heh! No problem,” chuckled Daniel genially. He was about to go back into the bedroom when he stopped himself, because Emma was clearly having trouble again. Her face was slightly contorted in frustration as she aimed the remote at the TV, trying to press down the buttons. The TV, however, wasn’t coming on. 

“What’s the matter with this thing?” she said exasperatedly. “Is it broken or something?” 

“Uh, no…it shouldn’t be,” Daniel said, taking a step closer to examine. “Are you…are you sure you’re actually pressing the button, Emma?”

“What are you talking about?” she asked in irritation, screwing her face up as she kept pressing. “Of course I’m pressing it! Look!”

“But…but…here…Emma,” said Daniel tentatively, reaching out and taking hold of the remote. For a second, both he and Emma were holding it, and once again, Daniel got an uncomfortably close glimpse of the size comparison between her hand and his. Her pinkie finger alone was WAY longer…and thicker…than his middle finger…to say nothing of the size of her massive palms. He swallowed nervously, getting a sudden cold chill in the pit of his stomach. For her part, Emma was too annoyed to notice this particular comparison. 

“Here…just…you show me how to do it, then,” she huffed, letting go of the remote and laying back onto the sofa, pouting. Daniel carefully pointed the remote at the TV and turned it on — a football game suddenly appeared on the screen. 

“H-How?” Emma began, but Daniel was already answering her. 

“It’s just…your fingers are too big for it,” he said gently, blinking at her hands. “Or, I mean…haha, the buttons are too small.”

Emma stared at him for a couple seconds, and for a moment Daniel was worried that she would get angry with him. But instead, she sank back into the sofa again. She was already getting tired of all these tiny little toys that the little people played with…even the TV looked discouragingly small. Looking for something to complain about, she suddenly realized how hungry she was. 

“What’re we gonna do for food tonight?” she asked, hating how moody she sounded, despite her genuinely sour disposition. ‘Get ahold of yourself,’ she spat savagely at herself internally.

“Well…” said Daniel impressively, “You know, I was thinking…in celebration for you being back…that we order takeout from El Camino!”

“Oh YES!!!” cried Emma, sitting up abruptly on the sofa, causing the wood to creak and groan. “Yes, I LOVE this idea!!” 

“Haha, I thought you would,” laughed Daniel, feeling his cheeks warm as he saw Emma’s genuine smile again. Even though she was absolutely gigantic now, she was just as pretty as she had been…and maybe…he thought, with surreal realization, maybe even prettier. 

An hour and a half later, they were both chowing down, just like old times, except for one major component. Daniel was eating the same verde burrito he always got, but Emma…well, her typical order of two chicken tacos, beans, and rice, had undergone some alterations. She had decided to go with her same order, just for starters, but had multiplied it by six — and that was only the beginning. 

“Are you…uh…are you sure you’re gonna need more than that, honey?” Daniel had asked, putting his hand over the mouth end of the phone as he paused in his order. Emma hadn’t even needed to answer; she just stared at him blankly, and Daniel nodded his head rapidly and continued on with her order.

“Yes, and two large chimichangas, supreme…twelve (twelve??)…twelve beef tostitos…three large cheese quesadillas, and…two more verde burritos. A party? Haha…uh, yes…you could say we’re having a party…of sorts…haha, yes…ok…ok, great, thank you!” 

Daniel hung up and stared at Emma, who made wide eyes at him as she licked her lips expectantly. He thought she was flirting with him, but she was just genuinely hungry and excited for the food. 

“Emma,” he said slowly, “There’s…hehe…I know you’ve grown quite a bit, but there’s no way you’re going to be able to eat all that.” 

“Oh,” said Emma, totally deadpan, “Watch me.” 

Now, twenty minutes after the food had arrived, Daniel was chewing his burrito slowly, looking over at Emma in disbelief. She had already eaten her food…all of it. Her meal hadn’t been slovenly or messy by any means — she had just quietly consumed it all, sliding entire tostitos into her mouth like they were little morsels; she had dispatched the verde burritos in a clean seven bites, the chimichangas in six, and she had folded up each of the quesadillas into smaller little triangles and stuck them into her mouth, like she was eating finger food. Daniel wasn’t even half-done with his burrito. 

Emma eyed his food playfully.

“Not really hungry tonight, hmm?” she teased.

“I…y-yes I’m hungry!” he replied in slightly-indignant humor. 

“Well, there’s just a bunch of food still left on your plate, is all,” Emma retorted. She suddenly reached over and took a chunk of his burrito, plopping it swiftly into her mouth and swallowing without even chewing — that’s how small the piece was to her. 

“Hey!” Daniel exclaimed, now genuinely indignant, “I was gonna eat that!” 

“You should probably eat a little faster then,” teased Emma, finding his indignation very cute, “Because I’m still hungry!”

Over the next few days, Emma busied herself with practical tasks to distract herself from how out-of-place she felt in her own home. She hadn’t wanted to say anything about it, but she was finding everything quite vexing — from the shower to the bed to the utensils to the height of the table and counters…everything was just WAY too small for her. Her legs hung off the bed at night, making it difficult to sleep comfortably; she had to sit in the shower now; it was far more practical to stand around on her knees when she was inside, which was all well and good until her knees got sore; and as for utensils, and things like the TV remote and keys and anything else small, it wasn’t even worth trying to use them. Forks seemed like little pronged metal toothpicks at this point. 

Emma had gotten back in touch with Ms. Bisset, her personal tailor, as a distraction to all of this nonsense around the house. The sweet, tiny old French lady had come and done some measurements on Emma a couple days after she and Daniel had arrived back home. 

“Dearie dear!” exclaimed the genial old woman, “You’re almost 315 centimeters tall!”

“Uhhh,” said Emma.

“Oh! Haha, I’m sorry dear — I’m still used to the metric system, even after all these years in the States! That’s…just over ten-foot-three.”

“Ten…foot…three?” asked Emma blankly. 

“Yes!” declared Ms. Bisset. “And…I’m guessing…still growing, are we?”

“Um…yes,” said Emma, surprised that she wasn’t having any kind of strong reaction to the news that she had grown four or five more inches in the past two days. 

“Any idea how big we might get?” asked Ms. Bisset gently. 

“Uh, no…I mean…no, not really,” said Emma, shrugging her shoulders, getting a strange enjoyment out of how neutral and relaxed she felt. 

“So how about…we just make you some outfits that can accommodate you now…and even if you were a foot and a half taller, and bigger all around, proportionally?”

“So, if I was, like…over 11 and a half feet tall?” asked Emma.

“Yes dear,” said the amiable old woman, “That’s probably the best course, isn’t it?”

Now, a couple days later, Emma was lounging again on the couch, dressed up in a comfy red skirt that Ms. Bisset had express-made for her. Emma had been surprised, and immensely impressed, at the French lady’s speed and skill. 

“You’re my special little project, dear!” Ms. Bisset had said.

Emma smiled to herself remembering those warm words as she scrolled through the internet on her tablet. Daniel was at his desk, doing work. Emma hardly thought about her old job anymore. It seemed like some kind of distant dream. She had instead been spending more and more time recently on the giantess forums that she had only cursorily explored before. A couple days after being back, she had posted a couple pictures of herself posing next to the door frame of her bedroom, both standing in her cramped position, and kneeling, with half of her head still obscured. “Still growing!” had been all that she had written to caption the photos, but within 24 hours, her post had already received thousands of views, and had unleashed an absolute torrent of adulating comments. 

“OMG IS THIS REAL!?” cried one viewer. “You’re an absolute GODDESS, and I worship at your feet!!” called another. “Hate to break it to you guys,” said someone else, “but this is photoshopped. High-quality photoshop, I grant you…but photoshopped. No doubt about it.” 

“What?!” Emma said out loud, feeling an annoyed prick to somehow prove this idiot wrong.

A few more comments went back and forth, debating the photoshop point. Emma didn’t know why, but the whole argument made her more irritated than she expected to be in reaction to a bunch of strangers arguing over her. She WAS that big!! And she wanted them all to accept it! And what’s more, the comments themselves were not the end of it. Her forum inbox had exploded with private messages…no fewer than 45 in a single day. Most of them were quite respectful, with the authors simply praising her for her stature and beauty. Some more of them were a little more searching; “I just have to ask…and please feel free to ignore me if you want to…I’m just a nobody compared to you, after all…but…are you REALLY that big?”

‘Jesus,’ thought Emma, ‘Some of these guys really beat around the bush, even though they’re totally desperate to know…very weird.’ 

A few of the messages were not so pleasant. “Are u single?” asked one message, “Because I will treat u right if u choose me..ill let you sit on my face evry night and you can jerk me off like yr bitch pet.”

‘What the fuck!?’ Emma thought, feeling shocked and slightly violated by the forwardness. 

“Do you have a boyfriend?” was all another message said. 

“HEy bitch,” said the most unpleasant one, “It’s all well and good to post photoshopped images, ok? But don’t go around pretending that you’re actually that size…it’s insulting to all of us who actually have these fantasies. Stop lording yourself over us on the forum. You’ve only been a member for what, like a few weeks? Fuck off.”

Emma felt her blood boiling. Who the fuck were these pathetic little men, typing all this nastiness out on their little keyboards?! It made her so angry, obviously because of the mean tone of some of the messages, but also just because they were dead wrong. She WAS actually that big, and she DID have a boyfriend, and she was NOT looking for romance. 

She tried typing an angry response to the nastiest message, but she had to give up in a huff after realizing that her fingers were too big to type at an acceptable speed. She looked over at Daniel, and was about to ask him to type the message for her, when suddenly, like a flash of lightning through her brain, she got an idea…an idea that would kill all the birds with one stone. 

“Hey Daniel!” she sang out into the room, very pleased with herself, and barely able to contain her excitement. 

“Yeah?” he asked, looking up from his work. 

“Take a little break, ok? We’re gonna shoot a little video together."