Chapter 30

“All right Emma!” called the Director of Photography through his megaphone, “That's a wrap!” 

“Awwww!” pouted Emma, leaning heavily on the telephone pole as she kicked up one of her bright red high heels behind her, striking one more pose, “It’s really overrrrr?” 

“Ehaha yes, afraid so!” laughed the DP. “We’ve got so much Emma, sooooo much! We can’t just keep asking you to cop new poses all day long!” 

“Heheh, do you know who you’re talking to!?” chuckled Dr. Jeltzin, who had come along on the field trip to see his gym girl strut her stuff. “She’d have us here for days, dude…daaaaaays…”

“As long as the meals were provided, of course,” teased Dr. Farley. As usual, he was trying his hardest to make light of a situation that had him totally enthralled. Watching Emma scarf down hundreds of pounds of food every day had become a bit more normalized over the past few weeks, but seeing her out in the open like this, in all her 35-foot glory, leaning sexily on a telephone pole in that tight black leather dress of hers!? And with those impossibly-sexy 24-inch heels, she was a full 37 feet…it was simply incredible.

“Oh sure, we could absolutely make that happen, Farley,” remarked Dr. Clinebell dryly. He was squinting through the desert sun, looking up at Emma posing. She certainly was voluptuous, majestic…goddess-like. But as ever, he was watching her closely, trying his best to examine the expressions on her face. Her plush lips were pursed now in a teasing model pose, but even as she leaned against the telephone pole, Clinebell could see Emma blinking in the sunlight, looking for something…or someone. He knew exactly who it was. “You know…if you were willing to front the bill to get all that food driven out here in a tractor trailer.”

“Huh?” asked Dr. Farley blankly, distracted by Emma’s makeshift pole dance that she was now performing. 

“A tractor trailer full of food for her?” Dr Clinebell continued. “Way out here? That’s a few thousand in transportation costs alone.” 

“I…I wasn’t…heh, I was just saying stuff,” Dr. Farley replied blankly, giving a faint little smile as he turned back toward Emma. 

“She’d better be careful,” muttered the DP, too nervous to tell her outright through the megaphone. “She’s gonna rip that telephone pole out of the ground if she keeps on.”

“Nah, it’s held fast,” Dr. Ossford said, still watching her, slightly mesmerized himself. “Poured concrete.” 

“Still though,” persisted the DP, “She could snap that thing like a twig if she —”

“I know you guys are all saying a bunch of stuff!” laughed Emma, turning around on the pole in one final pose, with her thick, strong thigh wrapping around it. She was intending on mocking the whole “strip club” routine, but the effect she was having on the gathered crowd of scientists was quite real. “I can see your little mouths moving, but I can’t heeeeear what you’re saying!” 

“It’s…we’re just jabbering, Emma…d-don’t mind us!” called the DP through his megaphone. Dr. Clinebell whispered something to him, and then he added, “It’ll be about half an hour before the helicopters come to pick us all up!” 

“Humph…half an hour,” moped Emma, pretending to languish against the telephone pole. “Soooo long…” Her vibrant red hair, longer and redder than ever, fell around her face, and everyone watching couldn’t help but stare up at her, transported by the enthralling and arresting combination of her size and beauty. 

Emma wasn’t really sulking — she was just coming down from the high that had been a day’s worth of shooting in the desert, close to the government facility. It had been her first time outside the actual facility since she had arrived there months before. She still had no idea where they were, but she didn’t care. It had been an amazingly enjoyable day; Emma had never felt so sexy, and so effortlessly powerful. 

“Hey where’s my little bear?” she asked suddenly. Her eyes were flitting across the desert sand now, searching. “I thought I left him over there by the pickup truck before the last shoot.”

“Where’s Aiden?!” hissed Dr. Ossford to the DP. A few moments of anxious whispering ensued, with everyone asking each other who had seen him last. Clinebell, of course, had the answer, and had whispered it to the DP.

“I think…I think he…he went to the bathroom, Emma,” called the DP awkwardly through the megaphone. 

“Huh? The bathroom!?” chuckled Emma, putting her hands on her hips. “Where?”

“I…uh…o-over there by those rocks, I think,” answered the DP through he megaphone, pointing. 

A few of the scientists had become nervous. 

“Uh-oh…” whispered Dr. Jelztin to Dr. Ossford. Neither of them seemed much concerned, though — they were winking and nudging each other in the ribs. 

“Thought he could just run away without even asking me,” muttered Emma, and a moment later she had taken off, walking in huge strides towards the rocks about 50 yards away. The scientists felt the ground shake as she went by. A few of them looked to Clinebell, who reassured them with a simple raise of his hand. They all watched as Emma reached the rocks in a couple seconds. She was standing up straight, but her head was bent down, looking around left and right, obviously searching for Aiden. Just moments later, her head movement stopped. She had honed in on him; the others couldn’t see Aiden, since he was hidden behind the rocks, but it was more than clear from the change in Emma’s demeanor that she had found him, even though her back was turned to them. They saw her straighten up even taller as her torso seemed to inflate…she was taking a deep breath, and very slowly, she put her hands on her hips, as she continued to stare down fixedly at what could have only been Aiden. 

“Oh man…” murmured Dr. Farley, “Is she…is she gonna let him have it?”

“Are we…sure this is a good idea?” asked Dr. Ossford, “I mean…it’s all well and good when she’s inside the facility, but out here in the desert? In the open air?”

“Why should that matter?” Alison piped up. She had been mostly enjoying Emma’s photoshoot, hanging back and not saying much, but the nervous uncertainty of some of the scientists was starting to annoy her. She realized that part of this might have been because she had realized that she herself was more on edge than she expected to be. Alison had gotten used to interacting with Emma in the facility, where everything was familiar, and she had reassured herself that there wasn’t anything wrong with taking Emma on a field trip out into the desert, to change things up, and to let the poor girl feel sexy. But Alison had not anticipated the effect of seeing Emma out of the familiar confines of the facility — the therapist had expected the expansive desert to dwarf Emma’s 35-foot frame, but the actual result had been disorientingly flipped around: Emma looked perfectly at home in the desert, with the huge, rolling peaks in the distance, and the burning sand stretching for miles in any direction. The sun had reflected off her fire-red hair, and the bronzed smoothness of her bare skin. The huge landscape looked like Emma’s natural habitat, and it was SHE, Alison, who felt like she was in an alien country. The other scientists privately shared her view, but no one spoke the truth they were all feeling: they all felt TINY standing there next to Emma, tinier than they had ever felt. Alison in particular was struggling with the uncanny sense that she had happened upon Emma in the desert by mistake, that she was encroaching on the giantess’s “habitat,” that she and the rest of the little people had found themselves in a place they didn’t belong, that was too big for them. 

But nearly all of this was subconscious, and although Alison had more self-awareness than most, she didn’t have the means or inclination to speak out her struggles. In any case, a conversation was going on.

“Alison’s right,” declared Dr. Clinebell quietly, still looking towards Emma. A low rumble emanated from her, and they could tell that she was saying something quietly down to Aiden, who remained hidden behind the rocks. It didn’t matter that she was 50 yards away — even her “quiet” voice was easily loud enough for them to hear at that distance, and outside in the desert, at that. Emma was slowly shaking her head back and forth as she spoke. 

“There’s nothing to worry about, despite the change in venues,” Dr. Clinebell continued, “Emma knows the rules. She’s been following them to a “t” ever since that first day.”

“Well…I mean, yeah,” replied Dr. Ossford, “But…surely you’ve noticed…I’ve noticed, at least, that she seems to be…how to put this…bending the rules a little, recently?”

“Bending them?” asked Dr. Clinebell, turning to his colleague. 

“Just, you know…how she’s been treating him,” Dr. Ossford continued, almost apologetically. “I know the whole point initially was to give her someone who could…well yeah, you know…but, like…hasn’t she been going kind of hard recently? He passed out a couple days ago and she…she just kind of kept playing with him.”

“Aiden knows what’s going on,” Dr. Clinebell countered calmly. “If he ever truly feels in danger, he knows what to do.” 

“But…he was unconscious…” muttered Dr. Ossford, shrugging his shoulders. Clearly, he and a few of the other scientists shared a certain level of discomfort with the dynamic between Emma and Aiden. Even Alison, who usually stuck up for Emma on Dr. Clinebell’s side, was silent right now, looking to the head doctor for his response. But Dr. Clinebell appeared unmoved by his colleague’s words, and simply sighed and gave a shrug of his own. 

“Like I said,” Dr. Clinebell repeated, “Aiden can extricate himself very quickly if he wants to, but he hasn’t. Now what do you make of that, Dr. Ossford? Or anyone else, for that matter?”

He looked around with steady, challenging eyes at the rest of the group. No one seemed to have anything to say in response…but even if they had, the ground was shaking beneath them again. Emma was striding back towards them, and at first it wasn’t obvious that she was holding anything in her hand. After another second, though, as she came 20 yards closer in one stride, they all saw that she had her fingers wrapped completely around Aiden’s midsection, dangling him upside down in her grasp, right around her breast level. 

“Look what I found hiding behind the rocks!” she giggled, holding out Aiden and dangling him above the assembled scientists, turning him right-ways-up and then upside-down again, over and over. “Little thing has a mind of its own, haha!”

She shook Aiden playfully in the air, gently, but with enough vigor that his partially-pulled-up pants shimmied down his legs and fell to the ground. A few of the scientists backed up, embarrassed, and tried looking around at anything other than what was going on above them. They couldn’t really see Aiden’s expression, since he was so high up, and also because Emma was obscuring his face with her big index finger. They all continued watching as Emma finished shaking him, turned him right-side-up, and brought him up close to her face. Almost absentmindedly, she sniffed him, while studying a patch of sand away from the assembled group, and then, again without any apparent thought, she inhaled his left arm in between her lips and started sucking on it gently. 

For the next several moments Emma pivoted her weight onto one hip, and appeared lost in thought, sucking on Aiden’s arm. She wasn’t even looking at him. A few of the scientists seemed to relax, apparently reassured that Emma was now retreating into more pensive and internal patterns of behavior. 

“Oh good,” whispered Dr. Farley to Alison, “That means that she’s…uhm…calming down, right?” 

“Yeah, she’s, ah…she’s just having a little time to herself,” Alison whispered back, with her eyes still on Emma. “It’s good that she’s got…Aiden there with her to help, you know…to help her relax.” 

It seemed like Dr. Farley was about to respond with something a little sarcastic, with something like ‘Oh, is that what he’s there for? To help her relax?’ but he didn’t get a chance, and Alison was happy for it. She had already grown tired of Dr. Farley’s inappropriate questions about Emma, many of which encouraged her to break her patient confidentiality oath. It was clear that the young man was a little smitten, a little confused, and more than a little jealous about Emma’s dynamic with Aiden, but Alison wished that he’d quit trying to nip and bite at her, attempting to get little tidbits of information. 

In any case, he didn’t get to keep nipping and biting at her this time, because everyone was suddenly backing up and rushing to get out of the way. Emma had turned and made a step toward the assembled group. She didn’t even really seem to be concerned with the enormous effect her body had on them at such close proximity, especially in those fearsome heels, which could easily have skewered someone who had been standing there hapless and unaware. But of course everyone was more than aware of Emma’s presence, and when she took a step toward the group everyone immediately backed up a few paces, with some of the scientists actually turning and running a good ten yards beyond where they had been before. Even Dr. Clinebell backed up a few paces. His eyes were still fixed up on Emma’s face, and without any ceremony he snatched the megaphone away from the DP. 

Emma was still staring off into the distance, back towards the rocks where she had retrieved Aiden, as she continued to suck on his left arm, holding up his body in her right hand as she absentmindedly pressed around gently on his face with her thumb. Aiden hung there in her hand, taking it all, with his eyes closed. Already she had trained him not to cum too quickly when she did things like this. A week ago he had accidentally shot it up her nose and given her a 30-second sneezing fit. She had thought it was funny, but she had made him practice after that. ‘Only I get to decide when you pop!’ she had chastised him, with a strange and serious grin on her face. 

And now Emma was feeling a little restless. She knew full well that she couldn’t do anything drastic, even out here…that she must keep to the same rules she observed in the facility. Dr. Clinebell had been quite clear about that. But the dry open air, the thrilling feeling of the hot dust and sand blowing against her exposed skin, the incredible sensation of the full heat and light of the sun touching her skin, baking it, infusing it, powering it up…Emma felt like running, like dashing off toward the horizon — not to “escape” or to do anything other than, well…blow off some steam…stretch her legs a bit. She had gotten all the way up to 62 miles an hour on the treadmill with Dr. Jeltzin, and she wanted to see the true landscape rush by her as she ran. 

But no, no, she knew that running was against the rules. No running. No shouting. No throwing. No stomping. No digging. No kicking. No jumping. No this…no that…no everything except posing. Except what they wanted her to do. These had been the conditions for her first “field trip” outside the facility. Emma had pouted a little at first; she had been looking forward to a climbing expedition in those huge, towering, majestic mountains that she got to look at every morning. But Dr. Clinebell had assured her that such a trip would happen, but that they needed to do this simpler one first, just to build up trust. 

‘Eh, they’re just doing what they need to do,’ she thought mildly, staring off at the rock as she sucked on Aiden’s arm, periodically biting it ever-so-softly as she ran her tongue along its length, occasionally tickling his armpit with her tongue’s tip. Aiden squealed a little and struggled, but she absentmindedly blocked his little sounds with her thumb. They were cute, but she was thinking about other stuff right now…just allowing her mind to wander away. 

‘They have all these plans for me,’ Emma continued to herself, musing in the desert. ‘All these plans…all this foresight. They really are so sweet to me. Mmmmm, I LOVE Alison so much, and Dr. Jeltzin is such a cute little peach. Farley is so awkward, haha…and Ossford can be so serious…but they’re all little cuties. I’m, like…their job! I’m ALL of their jobs. But they still don’t know, do they? They still don’t know why I’m…why it hasn’t stopped. Heh, I don’t want it to stop…I love my life now. And now they’re letting me actually post stuff on the forums!? Those little boys are going to freak out when they see me in these heels.’

At this point she had glanced down at the scientists far below; they were all still waiting for the helicopters, and there was a general lull. People were milling around, talking, whispering, or whatever it was they were doing way down there. Almost all of them were looking up at her…studying her. Even now!? Wasn’t this supposed to be a field trip?? Emma felt herself growing defensive and indignant. Farley was whispering something to Alison…and his tiny face was turned upwards toward her. She felt a sudden rush of annoyance, and decided in an instant to break up whatever it was that was going on. But of course, she wouldn’t break the rules. 

And so Emma had stepped towards the group, scattering them. She was still sucking on Aiden’s arm as her heeled foot came down in the sand, right in the middle of where everyone had been standing. Once she saw them all back up, she had retrained her gaze to the horizon, confident that she wasn’t going to be squishing anyone. 

“Emma…”

Dr. Clinebell’s voice echoed calmly out of the megaphone. It was a warning shot…the first one he had ever shot at her. Emma bristled, still staring off at the distant hills as they baked under the sun, and her heart got cold for a moment. She had touched a nerve with him…finally she had pushed him to assert himself like that. The cold she felt was fear, and she had to remind herself what was at stake. But a moment later, she quickly warmed up inside herself again. What was his problem!? 

“Huh?” she asked blankly, with Aiden’s arm still in her mouth. She looked down below and saw Dr. Clinebell standing alone, with everyone else a good ten yards away. He looked so tiny…so vulnerable…but Emma knew that he wasn’t vulnerable at all. In fact, now was as good a time as ever to remind herself why she admired him so much. Never in her life had she met someone with so much self-assurance and self-control. But she had just pushed him into warning her, and that knowledge made her feel a little giddy in the sun. 

“What?” she asked innocently, finally taking Aiden’s arm out of her mouth and blowing on it, so that it dried out quickly. Without even thinking, she began gently rubbing Aiden’s body up and down her left cheek while she stared down at Dr. Clinebell. Sometimes she did this absentmindedly while she surfed the web, or even while she read a book before bed. The sensation of his lithe little body against her huge cheek was somehow calming to her…and it always felt good to feel that little prick of his hard cock against the soft fleshiness of her face.

For a few seconds, Dr. Clinebell didn’t answer. He simply kept staring up at Emma, the megaphone poised in front of his mouth. As the seconds passed by, Emma felt herself becoming more and more uneasy. Why was he just staring up at her like that?? What was going on?! Had she somehow crossed a line? Deep down, she knew that she had…and more importantly, she knew that HE knew. She felt Aiden wriggle against her face a little, and she slipped his arm back into her mouth, sucking on it with slightly more fervor this time as she pushed her tongue up against it over and over. 

The other scientists seemed to be getting nervous too. Most of them were now watching Dr. Clinebell closely, with evident tenseness. Of course, Emma couldn’t see any of their expressions from her vantage point, but even she could recognize the strange suspense in the air. Down on the ground, Alison was starting to make a step towards Dr. Clinebell with her hand held up…behind her, Dr. Farley, Dr. Ossford, and a few others had their hands in their back pockets, like they were all about to whip something out at a moment’s notice. The next second, though, Dr. Clinebell broke the tension, speaking pleasantly out into the megaphone:

“The helicopters will be here in ten minutes, so…” — and here he looked off towards the rocks where Aiden had been relieving himself a short time before — “…plan accordingly.” 

Everyone on the ground let out a sigh of relief. Emma felt her brow crease as she too felt relief…and confusion…and a noticeable infusion of annoyance. Had he seriously just made her feel afraid like that just to…just to fuck with her!? She didn’t need any more demonstration of Dr. Clinebell’s power over her — she was perfectly well-informed about the tools he had at his disposal. She inwardly bristled at being treated that way, even though she acknowledged (begrudgingly) why she had essentially asked for it by crossing a line. And then she caught the implied humor of his comment and decided now would be as good a time as any to lighten the mood. 

“Wait…wait, did you just tell me to go…pee on the rocks!?” she burst out, taking Aiden’s arm out of her mouth again and gesturing toward the rocks with his body. A few of the scientists started laughing, and even Dr. Clinebell let out a few chuckles as he answered:

“Haha, well no I wasn’t telling you anything, Emma,” he corrected her, “Just…you know…suggesting that maybe after drinking three hundred gallons of water out here, you might feel the need.”

“Oh and you think I can’t hold it?” shot back Emma, mildly playful as she feigned indignation. She enjoyed bantering with Dr. Clinebell; subconsciously, it helped her feel like they were more or less on an even playing field, even if she knew that they weren’t. 

“I am a LADY, sir!” she continued, standing up to her full height as she arched herself majestically, throwing her shoulders back so that her fiery red hair blew back behind her in the hot afternoon sun. “You really think I am going to just…step over there and go while all of you are watching!? Haha, no thank you.” 

It wasn’t lost on any of them, and Aiden in particular, how she had casually said “step over there,” when, in fact, the rocks were a good 50 yards away. It had taken Aiden a couple minutes to walk over there himself. 

“Ha! Well of course you are a lady!” laughed Dr Clinebell, “And suit yourself, Emma. No argument from me either way.” 

Emma gave a slight smile and inclined her head, and the exchange was over. She had a vague sense that something nuanced in the dynamic between herself and Dr. Clinebell (and the rest of the scientists) had changed, but she didn’t really feel like thinking about it too much. As part of her humorous display of “being a lady,” she stepped back over to the telephone pole and broke out a few more poses, just for good measure, while she had Aiden safely lodged in between her breasts. Her red dress was tight enough in the top that it literally squished her breasts together, making for a safe haven she could stash him when she didn’t want to hold him. As she posed, another breeze kicked up, and she felt some sand sticking to the side of her cheek. After wiping it off, briefly puzzling over why it had stuck, Emma suddenly realized that it was because Aiden had cum on her cheek when she was rubbing him up against it…and the sand was now sticking to the cum when the wind blew it into her face. Emma smirked down at his little head in between her breasts and rubbed it with her pinkie finger…but a moment later she was thinking about how the pictures would turn out. She made him cum so often now, all over her body, that she hardly even gave it much thought anymore, unless she was in a particularly playful mood. 

Back at the Facility, Aiden seemed to be in an excited mood. He was so animated that he even worked up the courage to propose to Emma that she and him play one of their common games. 

“H-Hide and seek?!” he ventured, still lodged in between her breasts.

“Huh? Oh…no…not right now,” sighed Emma, sinking down into one of the dining room chairs. “I’m gonna look through all my pictures and decide which ones to use for the Onlyfans…and which ones to post on the forums for all the little guys to go crazy over.”

“Oh…ok,” nodded Aiden. He had been hoping to play hide and seek, since all the time out in the desert had made him feel like there was nowhere for him to hide; it was a particular kink of his to hide from Emma, and then to have her prowl around trying to find him, teasing him the whole time. It was a game they often played, at least a few times a week, and recently Aiden had been enjoying a bit more success. With Emma getting bigger and bigger, it was becoming more and more difficult for her to find him. Just the other week, he had managed to hide inside one of the long steel pipes alongside the walls, and even though Emma had found him after half an hour, she wasn’t able to reach him — she could only fit her arm down the pipe so far. She had finally given up, only to then seize Aiden by the ankle as soon as he triumphantly came out and dangle him upside down over her perturbed (but charmed) face, playfully batting his body with her nose in revenge. 

Now, back in the present, and in between her breasts, Aiden felt Emma’s enormous body sinking down into one of the dining room chairs as she let out a mighty sigh, raising his whole body up a few feet and then taking it back down as she let her air out. 

“Unstrap my heels,” she breathed down at him, plucking his body out from between her breasts and then setting him gently down on the floor by her feet. Her words weren’t imperious, but they weren’t playful, either — they didn’t really carry any particular emotion or feeling. Her feet were tired, and she wanted her little bear to unstrap her heels…it was as simple as that. Aiden understood and began setting himself to work obeying. While he labored, Emma started scrolling through the pictures that the DP had sent to her phone. 

“Hmmm, I’m thinking…yeah…maybe on the forums just post just one of me standing next to the pole…alone,” she murmured out loud to herself. “Let them have to pay to get to the good stuff when, surprise surprise — it turns out I’ve got a little bear all to myself.”

She wiggled her toes playfully against Aiden, who was temporarily interrupted in his work. It was a welcome interruption, though — he never got tired of Emma touching him like this. He closed his eyes and started lightly humping himself into the sole of her foot, which was almost as long as his entire body. 

“Nooooo, no…come on now,” Emma muttered, knocking him down with her toes. “Back to work, little guy.” She kept scrolling through the pictures, feeling her excitement grow. It had been a wonderful experience for her, staying at the Facility — it had been just what she needed, right when she had felt the most unstable and confused and, well…traumatized. Her talks with Alison had helped her rediscover how powerful and confident she felt. Alison would often have Emma recall that time she had told her about, when she was in the field naked, staring at the sun, and feeling its rays infuse her body. 

“You keep telling me how good you felt in that moment,” Alison would always say, “How “at one” with everything you felt. I love that, Emma…and I want us to get to a point where you can sit in that moment over and over, multiple times, throughout every day, reminding yourself how happy you really are.”

“How happy I am to be this huge,” Emma would say, closing her eyes and nodding. She didn’t have to convince herself anymore — she knew it was true that she was happy to be this way. In fact, Emma had reached a point, early on in her talks with Alison, when she stated, quite bluntly and truthfully, that if they ever actually managed to develop a pill for her to return to her normal size, she wouldn’t take it.

“Wow! Is that so?” Alison had asked, fascinated. And Emma had simply nodded; no further explanation had been required. With each passing day, she was growing more and more in tune with her body. Her workouts with Dr. Jeltzin were certainly helping. The way he pushed her, and treated her like his own budding 5-star athlete, made Emma want to dig deep and go even harder. As she scrolled through the pictures on her phone from the recent shoot, she felt herself smiling. The results were plain to see. She looked good…like, really good…better than she had ever looked before. She could see the muscles in her legs standing out defined, though in a way that didn’t take away from the femininity of the swerve and curve of her hips and ass. Her arms looked firm and solid too — anyone who saw her could tell that she had been working out for quite a while…and maybe even taking some supplements to go along with it. Of course, this was true — Dr. Jeltzin had her on creatine and arachidonic acid to help her push harder and lift more weight, but because of her curvy body type, and the sheer amount of food she was eating, she didn’t look too chiseled. 

“Perfect!” Aiden had chirped a few weeks before, after Emma had asked him how she looked on a whim, as he performed their weekly ritual of tracing her hand over a large sheet of transparent paper. Emma remembered that moment for some reason in her mind, and she couldn’t help chuckling as she recalled the starry look in his eyes as he had looked up from tracing her huge hand, a hand which, up until then, hadn’t been longer than three feet. Of course, as the weeks had passed, that had changed — her hand was nearly five feet long now. 

“Heh…does my little bear actually think so?” Emma had asked him, amused, pursing her lips as she drummed her fingers lightly on the paper, indicating that Aiden should continue tracing them. 

“Oh…oh YES!” Aiden had cried, almost too earnestly. “Y-you’re…you’re like a…l-like a…a…”

“It’s ok!” she had giggled, shaking her head down at him. “I get it — you really do think I look good. Mmmmm, I’m not gonna lie — it’s nice to have a tiny little not-so-secret admirer around all the time.” She had lifted up her finger to rub Aiden on his bare chest. “I could get used to this.” 

And Emma had gotten used to it. Almost too used to it. Wherever she was, Aiden wasn’t far away, and for the most part, he was quite close by…often actually on her or between her, in one way or another. The only time he really had to keep his distance was when Emma was working out with Dr. Jelztin, and even then, he was always watching, mesmerized. Emma had grown accustomed to having him around all the time. She never actually called him “Aiden,” instead adopting the affectionate pet name “little bear,” and for all intents and purposes, that’s exactly what Aiden was to her. He was a living, breathing stuffed animal who she could play with, who she could rub up against her, who could do cute little things for her (like unstrap her shoes, feed her little bits of food, trace her hand, measure her feet, and on and on), and who she could occasionally have spontaneous conversations with. She had even made him a little bed that went on her nightstand, so that she could reach over and pet his little body in the morning right after she woke up. Of course, it was too dangerous for him to actually sleep in the same bed with her. Aiden was in constant awe of her, and counted himself the luckiest man in the entire world. 

Gradually, though, as the weeks turned into months, Aiden couldn’t help but feel that Emma was growing a bit more distant towards him. She played with him more than ever, and often these games would end with her teasing him into an orgasm with her fingers after she had knocked him down over and over using just her index finger, or even her pinkie. She was definitely engaging with him, but the way she looked at him…well, Aiden felt like as she kept growing bigger, her gaze became…something different. “Colder” wasn’t the right word, but it captured something of the truth. More and more, Aiden felt the slow realization that Emma really didn’t see him as completely human. He had gotten that vibe as soon as he had met her, but the more time he spent with her, the more acute the feeling became. 

‘But how can she see me as an equal, anyway?’ Aiden would think to himself. And in any case, he was immensely turned-on by the curious, dehumanizing way she would stare at him, so he didn’t much mind. Still, though…it was something he noticed. He wanted to be close to her in every possible way, but he had to settle for more and more emotional distance the bigger she got. Not that he was complaining.

‘Luckiest man alive,’ he thought to himself over and over. 

“Ok, I think I’ve got the ones I’m gonna choose for my first Onlyfans post,” announced Emma, back in the present. Aiden knew that she wasn’t really speaking to him in the sense of expecting an answer, even though she was talking out loud and there was no one else there. She wasn’t speaking to him…she was speaking at him. It had already happened enough times when he would try to say something in response and Emma would glance down at him, puzzled, and maybe even a little irritated, and continue on with what she was saying, as if he hadn’t spoken at all. 

And so Aiden settled back into his work of removing her heels. It wasn’t easy work unstrapping them, but he was only too happy to do it. As he removed them, he noticed that there were deep, lined indentations in Emma’s feet and ankles that didn’t immediately go away after the heels were removed. Were her heels…fitting her even tighter, now? Miss Bissett had just had that pair made a week before! Were they already that tight on her!? 

“Hmmmm it’s so fun, looking at these,” Emma mused out loud, scrolling through the pictures on her phone. “Haha, especially the ones when you’re standing under me.” She paused, glancing down at Aiden and fixing him with a long, curious stare. “How tall are you, my little bear?” 

“M-me?” he stammered.

“No,” Emma cooed down at him, bending down and scooping him up off his feet, “I mean the other little bear taking off my heels. Yes you, silly bean!” 

“I…I’m 5’7,” Aiden replied, staring up at her huge face. Emma blinked for a few silent moments, pondering, looking off to the side. She seemed to be trying to remember something. Then, after a long pause, it apparently came to her, and her face brightened. 

“5’7!?” she laughed, startling Aiden. “Hahaha wow! You know something!? Even before I started growing…I was taller than you. You know that?” 

Aiden shook his head. He didn’t know what to say. Emma gently deposited him down on the floor; her eyes had narrowed, and she was studying his reaction. 

“Ooooo you like that, don’t you?” she burst out suddenly. The next moment she had vaunted herself out of her chair and collapsed down into a cross-legged sitting position on the floor. Aiden staggered back, dumbfounded. It had never ceased to amaze him how someone so huge, so tall and massive, could move so quickly and deftly as that…it was absolutely disconcerting. 

“I…y-yeah!” he managed to exhale, staggering back a few paces from the sheer and imposing size of Emma’s cross-legged figure. She had leaned forward onto her elbows, crossing her hands together to make a cushion for her chin. Aiden marveled at how flexible she had become. Her face was beaming at him, a full five feet above him despite the fact that she was leaning forward and sitting down. 

“Heheh, you’re such a funny little thing,” she chuckled, shaking her head slightly back and forth with her chin still in her hands. “Anyone can understand how it would be awesome being big and tall like me…but…haha, you actually like being short and small, don’t you?” 

Aiden nodded. He took another involuntary step back, straight into the measuring board on the wall. Emma smirked and shuffled forward on her big ass, not even bothering to get up. From Aiden’s perspective, it looked like a big building was lumbering up to crush him against the wall, but she stopped with about 15 feet to go, leaning her chin back on her hands as she smiled brightly at him. Aiden felt a shadow fall over his whole body as Emma reached her arm up over his head, extending a 24-inch-long index finger (not counting her sharp, manicured nail) to the wall. 

“Hmmm let’s see here,” Emma hummed to herself, “Is my little bear really…is he reeeally as small as he says he is? Heheh, because I can’t really tell. They all look the same to me.” 

Aiden felt the force of her nail impacting the wall above him, as Emma lightly traced it down, down, down, until he felt the U-shaped cup of her nail completely encompass the top of his head. His knees buckled slightly under the weight of her finger. 

“Heeyyyyy!” giggled Emma, playfully rubbing his groin with her thumb, “You’re cheating! I know you love it, but you’re not allowed to make yourself smaller!” 

“S-Sorry!” breathed Aiden. He was going to try and avoid explaining to her that it was the sheer weight on her finger on top of his head that had caused his knees to buckle, because he knew such an explanation would have been met with a blank and confused stare. He grimaced, trying to straighten his knees — thankfully, Emma’s finger had relented on top of his head, and he was able to stand up straight again. 

“So…sixtyyyy…seven,” Emma murmured to herself, blinking down at the measurement. She seemed perplexed for a few seconds, and Aiden saw a bulge in her top lip; her tongue was working against her top row of teeth as she pondered.

“Sixty…seven,” she repeated quietly to herself. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“I-It means…that I’m, uh…f-five-foot-seven,” Aiden piped up. Emma pouted her lip as she creased her brow, still staring down at the measurement. It was evident that she was quite confused. 

“But that’s…uh……huh,” Emma blinked and nodded slowly, “Oh-k…heh, ok. That…uhm, that makes sense.”

She shook her head a little to herself, as if she was still trying to grasp something, and plucked Aiden up off the floor, causally nestling him down in between her tits before she went back to her chair and sat down in it. She started going through her pictures again, this time with Aiden looking at them too…although it wasn’t clear that she was involving him in her activities at the moment. A few times she readjusted her dress in the seat. 

“Damn thing’s too tight,” she finally muttered to herself. “The least they can do is give me clothes that actually fit.” She knew she had already eaten a gigantic dinner about an hour before, which may have had something to do with her dress fitting a little tighter, but still…wasn’t she allowed to eat a normal meal without everything tightening up on her? 

‘Especially around here,’ she thought, feeling her hand around her stomach. Aiden felt the immense jiggle of her hand’s motion, but then he suddenly felt a wholly different vibration coming up from her stomach…except this time, it was coming from her stomach itself. Every atom in his body was quivering from the sound, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.

*Brrrrrrrrrrauuuuuughhhhhhhh* 

Emma’s stomach was growling.

“God!” she whispered, a little exasperated, reaching for her phone to text the kitchen for an after-dinner snack, “I’m starving!” 

Over the next few days, Emma felt a little “on edge” — or more accurately, she didn’t feel like she was quite in control of her emotions. The reason why was simple: a lot was happening at once, all of a sudden. After consulting with Alison and getting the “all-clear” from Dr. Clinebell, Emma took the step to start her Onlyfans page, posting the first few pictures with Aiden, and posting others for free on a variety of online forums. It had been decided that, after all these months, Emma should have an outlet to interact with other people who weren’t associated with the Facility, and should be allowed to make something of a personal income in the process. A few of the scientists had voiced various concerns, but Alison, Dr. Clinebell, and Dr. Jeltzin were all strongly in favor of it. Dr. Jelztin especially wanted it for her. 

“My girl’s gonna take the world by storm!” he declared proudly. Alison had smiled and nodded, but a few of the other scientists had looked unsure and uneasy. 

“Oh,” smiled Dr. Clinebell, “I know she will.” 

The final decision had been made, and Emma had been ecstatic. As expected, the pictures from the desert photoshoot set the internet ablaze, and her Onlyfans quickly rose into the top .01%. Most of the images were simple size comparisons with everyday objects, but some of them were with Aiden: holding him by his ankles upside down, putting his head in her mouth, comparing the size of his hands with hers, lining him up next to her lower leg, making him try and stand in her cavernous underwear…and on and on. The only rule was that Emma wasn’t allowed to post anything blatantly sexual of the two of them together.

“Sexual!?” Emma had responded when informed of the rule. “Are you kidding?? Me and my little bear!?”

A few of the scientists pointed out (under their breath, of course), that Emma did sexual things to Aiden all the time. But they all knew by that point that she wouldn’t understand what they were talking about. 

Emma was getting endless messages from fans, of course, and she enjoyed scrolling through them at the end of every day, inevitably with Aiden nestled in between her breasts. Sometimes she would distractedly rub her thumb into his face, and sometimes she would stick out her tongue, enjoying the tiniest little hint of saltiness at the back of his neck. She had him in between her breasts so often these days that the back of Aiden’s hair was actually permanently parted, from being windblown due to Emma’s exhales. 

But amidst all the excitement of re-engaging with the outside world, Emma was feeling a bit more…well, she couldn’t quite place it. “Ornery” might have come the closest, if only because she was almost always hungry. Her colossal appetite was nothing new, but recently, it had grown to such a voracious and startling extent that the kitchen actually wasn’t able to fulfill a late-night request for several hundred pounds of cherries, bananas, almonds, and peanut butter. Emma had become so upset that she actually felt tears coming into her eyes, and only a swift and calming intervention from Alison (in addition to an express delivery to the Facility) prevented Emma from having an emotional meltdown.

“Like…I don’t know why I’m starving all the time!” she whined to Alison. She lifted up her nightshirt, grabbed her fleshy stomach, and jiggled it. “And I know I’ve been putting on weight recently, even though I’m only growing like a couple inches a week.”

“Hmmm, I know,” Alison nodded sympathetically, trying not to sound too perplexed herself, “Your height growth has slowed these past few weeks.”

“But not my weight! complained Emma. She was looking at herself in the mirror, and struck a sidelong pose, all with her stomach exposed. She had indeed developed something of a little “potbelly” that she hadn’t had before but it wasn’t too extreme.

“Huh, guess it doesn’t look so bad, actually,” mused Emma, trying out a variety of poses. “Actually pretty curvy…”

“Hey! That’s the spirit!” replied Alison encouragingly. 

“Yeah, and Jelztin can’t get on my case about slacking off or anything,” added Emma. “I deadlifted 33,000 pounds the other day…new personal best!” She struck an impressive double bicep pose in the mirror, and even though Alison was used to being around her, it was times like these that she could only gape in awe. 

Miss Bisset had been busy making new clothes for Emma to accommodate her recent weight gain, and one of Emma’s favorite new articles of clothing was a forest-green button-up sweater that she liked to wear around with no undershirt The fabric was so plush and soft, and she loved the feeling of it against her bare skin, especially after showering and drying off post-workout. She also enjoyed having Aiden button her up as she lay back in bed, starting from her lap all the way up to her collarbone. 

After less than a week of wearing this sweater, however, Emma started having some problems with the buttons. They were becoming more and more strained, to the point where Aiden was actually struggling to button them up. And to make matters worse, it wasn’t just the sweater she was starting to have problems with. Emma’s favorite shoes, a pair of 18-inch cork-heeled sandals that Miss Bisset had custom-made for her a week before, were already getting too tight. Emma was starting to feel confined and frustrated by her own clothes, and even though she adored Miss Bisset, she couldn’t help but feel discouraged, like they weren’t understanding her body. 

‘Like…just get my measurements right!’ she said in her head, ‘It’s not complicated.’

For his part, Aiden had started noticing deeper press-lines in Emma’s body from her shoes and clothes, whenever she took them off. He hadn’t said anything, because as likely as not she wouldn’t pay him any mind. She had seemed preoccupied recently, and wasn’t speaking to him much anymore. He worried that she was bored with him, but he cheered himself up by reminding himself how often she touched him, played around with him with her fingers, and even rubbed his groin with her finger until he came. He wasn’t able to avoid thinking, though, that in weeks past, Emma had usually laughed or giggled when he came, and had even eaten his cum a few times, just to be silly. But now, when she made him cum, she barely even seemed to notice, and when she did, she usually just left his cum there on her finger, carrying on with her day like it hadn’t even happened. 

A few days later, as he tried to button up Emma’s favorite green sweater as she lay there in bed, Aiden found that, try as he might, he couldn’t pull the buttons to where he needed them to go.

“I…I’m s-sorry!” he exclaimed helplessly as he toiled, “I just…I just can’t…seem to get…it over…far enough.”

Emma either hadn’t heard him or hadn’t paid attention to him; she was too busy scrolling through her Onlyfans messages, sometimes reading them, sometimes not. There were so many…thousands and thousands. After a few minutes she looked down at Aiden, who was standing there in her lap, looking up at her apologetically. 

“Hey, lil’ bear!” she exclaimed, “I’m not buttoned-up! You’ve done like the first two and that’s it!”

“Th-that’s because I can’t!” he replied quickly, showing how he couldn’t pull the button far enough. Emma narrowed her eyes down at him and bit her lower lip, clearly not understanding at first. But then the recognition swept across her face and her eyebrows came together.

“Wait, are you saying I’m fat!?” she demanded. 

“N-Noooo! No!!” cried Aiden, almost beside himself. “Y-You look amazing, Emma! Like the...the best ever, really!”

After a few seconds of eying him suspiciously, Emma simply reached down with one hand and started doing it herself. Even for her, it was a bit of a struggle to pull the button over, but Emma didn’t really pay it any mind. Aiden could see the skin of her belly flesh poking through the buttons as she did them. 

“I thought he liked buttoning me up,” she muttered to herself, turning her attention back to her scrolling. 

“But I do! I do!!” Aiden responded earnestly, standing up straight in her lap to try and get her attention. But Emma wasn’t paying any attention to him. She wasn’t paying attention to anything else, actually, except for something that had just flashed by on her screen. She had been scrolling so quickly, her eyes had hardly caught it. But she felt her stomach clenching up inside her, and this time it wasn’t from hunger. Her heart had started pounding, and she felt like she couldn't get enough breath. Her fingers stopped buttoning her sweater right at the bottom of her breasts, and she felt her lips part. 

She scrolled back. Her world froze. She sat up in her bed, and Aiden went tumbling down off her lap onto the comforter. There it was. A message…from Daniel Zielinski, complete with a $15,000 tip.