Chapter 35

“Don’t you…uhm…wouldn’t you rather wear something else to bed?” asked Daniel, a little uncertainly. He was standing on the large, firm expanse of Emma’s stomach, about five feet away from the underside of her protruding breasts. The entire hangar was dark around them, except for the soft island of light, emanating from Emma’s two-story lamp on her nightstand, which bathed them both in its warm glow. A little ways away to their right, the immense hangar door was pulled up, exposing the stark and silent night sky, dotted all about with innumerable twinkling stars, and a waxing gibbous moon that soaked the pensive snow-capped mountains in a soft sea of silver. Emma had convinced Dr. Clinebell to leave the hangar door open tonight, insisting that the cool air helped her sleep better, helped to counter the frequent bursts of fever that accompanied her growth spurts. In reality, though, Emma just wanted to fall asleep to the stars.

Several points of steadily-glowing red around the borders of the open hangar were all the warning Emma needed – she knew full well that if she tried to escape, she would trip some kind of alarm. Months before, she had shuddered to think what kind of terrible thing would follow, but now…well, she wasn’t really considering an escape, but it wasn’t because she was afraid. She just felt comfortable right here, right now – right where she was, and who she was with.

Emma was lounging back on two of her giant fluffy pillows, each as big as a regular king-sized bed, grinning down at him. She absolutely loved how, if she moved her head slightly to the right or left, his entire body disappeared from view, hidden behind one of the fleshy mounds of her breasts. This is what she had been doing for several seconds, amusing herself at the expense of hearing what her boyfriend was actually asking her. After a few more moments of delighting herself by hiding his body, then finding it, hiding it again, then finding it again, Emma centered her vision in between her breasts and finally registered that he had asked her something.

“I…what were you saying?” she smiled, tilting her head slightly sideways as she stared at him lovingly. “Sorry, I was distracted by how cute you looked just appearing around my boobs.”

“Around…wh…ohhh I get it,” Daniel replied, not able to help returning her smile and chuckling a little. He had wondered what she was doing, and figured it was just her being silly. But now it made sense; she had been “hiding” him by moving her head back and forth like that. A warm, humorous silence passed between them, until Daniel remembered that Emma was waiting for him to repeat his question.

“I was just saying,” he began, gesturing to her long-sleeved cat shirt (which was certainly not “long-sleeved” anymore), “How you might, uhm…maybe want to wear something else to bed?”

Emma blinked a couple times, appearing puzzled, but then seemed to understand what he was getting at. A knowing smile crept across her face, and she suddenly lifted her arms up over her head, behind her pillow. Her entire body shook and jiggled a bit in response, but “a bit” was all that was needed to make Daniel lose his balance. He stumbled forward a few feet, directly into the underside of her left breast. Even reclining like this, with Daniel standing on her upper stomach, Emma’s breast was two-thirds as tall as he was. He stared forward at her nipple, tightly covered by the pink fabric of her shirt, and actually saw it stiffen up and grow before his eyes. Immediately, he felt himself getting hard in response.

“What, so you think this shirt is too small for me now?” asked Emma, trying and failing to feign ignorance as she looked back and forth at her uplifted forearms behind her head.

“Ohhh…no…nooooo, of course not!” exclaimed Daniel meaningfully, playing along with her as he shook his head. “What on earth would have given me that idea!? I mean…haha, it’s not like…the shirt used to…you know, to actually be long-sleeved, or anything. It’s not like you couldn’t even see your hands a week ago…and now…now…”

Emma stretched her arms up higher, flexing her forearms to show off how the fabric was thinning around the thickest part close to her elbows, and was even beginning to tear in some places. Daniel expected her to pick up his joke and keep it going with the tongue-in-cheek sarcasm, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she just kept silently flexing her arms, going back and forth from left to right, left to right, and turning her head each time to look closely at how the fabric was thinning and expanding. She would periodically glance back down at Daniel in between her flexes, fixing him with an expressionless stare that Daniel found unbearably sexy. He knew that she was showing off for him, and enjoying the effect her huge body had on him. She switched to her biceps, bouncing them up in a flex, and then relaxing, going back and forth each time. Daniel had seen her flex plenty of times before, but for some reason, this time it was making him feel weak in the knees. His mouth had gone dry. He glanced back at her nipple. It had been about as high as his upper stomach before, but now it was definitely as tall…or even a little taller…than his chest. Daniel swallowed, feeling his face flush a hot red. He looked back up at Emma, and he saw that her face had started to flush red too.

“But what about down there?” Emma asked quietly, dropping her arms in a slow, grand motion from behind her head. “Maybe it’s just the arms that’ve gotten too small.”

Daniel felt his breath push out through his nostrils. Glancing to the side at Emma’s huge arms down next to him, he saw that her bare forearm skin was puckered up in goosebumps, rising up with the thin hairs on her arms. He knew what she was doing. It had suddenly become a sexy game between them, with him describing how small her shirt had become compared to her growing body. Daniel didn’t need to think twice to know that she was aroused, and wanted him to keep going. And subconsciously, he reminded himself not to get too excited too quickly, even as his cock strained his underwear in a fervent need to keep up with her.

“Uhhh, ahhem, n-no…it’s…it’s the same down here too,” he replied, having to clear his throat at the start because of how dry it had become. He stepped back away from her breasts and walked a couple paces down her stomach, to just above her belly button, where her shirt ended. He felt his entire body rising and falling in a slow, rounded rhythm with each breath Emma took. He noticed himself having to work harder to brace himself with his bare feet against the smooth, taut flesh of her abs – Emma was breathing harder now.

“Really?” came her immense voice, paradoxically more arresting now that she was speaking barely above a whisper, “Just a few days ago it fit perfectly down there. Are you sure it’s not just bunched up somewhere? Try and pull it tight just to make sure.”

Feeling his heart beating hard in his chest, Daniel bent down close to the bare flesh of Emma’s stomach. The closer he got, the sweeter and more fragrant the smell became. He was seized with a sudden longing to prostrate himself down in the middle of her abs and start covering them with kisses, but he kept playing the game. Reaching down to the end of her pink shirt, he slid his fingers underneath it and tried to “pull it tight” like Emma had asked him to do. It was already so tight, however, that he wasn’t even able to lift it more than an inch or two off her taut stomach. He grimaced and panted, trying as hard as he could to pull and tug on it, but it felt like he was attempting to lift a giant tarp that far overmatched his ability to move it.

And just then, as Daniel was in the midst of tugging on her shirt with all his might, Emma suddenly took a big, deep breath in, and what space there had been between her shirt and her stomach was immediately filled by her expanding flesh. Daniel’s hands snapped off the tight shirt, and he went staggering backwards. He flailed his legs, trying to stabilize his fall, but ended up overcorrecting and falling forward instead, straight onto his face, directly into the gentle central crevice of Emma’s abdominal muscles. The ground beneath his body began shaking and hardening, and Daniel knew that Emma was barely managing to stifle a laugh. He felt the flesh beneath his body soften up, then harden again, soften, then harden once more, and he could feel his body sinking and rising with each flex of her abs.

“Well I guess it’s pretty tight after all,” came Emma’s voice, her nonchalance tinged with humor.

“Yeah, I…I think it is,” grunted Daniel, and he finally managed to stand up. But no sooner had he accomplished this, than Emma started rolling her belly, utilizing one of the techniques she had learned in yoga, as she grinned down at Daniel with her nostrils slightly flared. He swayed in place, holding his arms out in an attempt to stay balanced in the rolling sea of flesh he was standing on, but after a few rolls, he wasn’t able to avoid falling down again, this time flat on his back. He was joining Emma in laughing now, and when he finally managed to right himself again, he stood there between her huge breasts, and the two of them just stared at each other.

The sly smile slowly faded from Emma’s face, and Daniel could feel the heat building between them again. She looked…almost hungry…as she stared down at him. But far from making him afraid, her hungry look had awakened some kind of new feeling in Daniel, a helplessly desperate desire to give all of himself to her, to somehow be absorbed within her. He didn’t consciously think of it this way, but all he knew was that he had never, ever felt this kind of intense erotic energy before. The sheer impossibility of making her feel the physical intensity of his longing made it all the more powerful.

Silently, with an almost-impossible dexterity and lightness of touch, Emma reached both hands down to the bottom of her shirt, and fed her fingers gently down underneath the tight fabric. Daniel stood rooted in place, mesmerized by how easy it was for her to manipulate such a massive expanse of tight, thick material. He hadn’t even been able to pull up her shirt at all without it snapping back down out of his hands.

But even though he knew what was coming, what happened next caught him off-guard. Slowly, deliberately, Emma began peeling off her top. It was so tight on her skin that it actually made an audible “peeling” sound, and Daniel saw the liberated muscles and flesh of her stomach expand in response. He suddenly had to jerk his arms out to steady himself, because the sheer energy and momentum of her bouncing flesh made him almost lose his balance, as he swayed precariously in place, standing on her stomach. Bit by bit, Emma kept pulling off her shirt, going at a purposefully slow pace to entice him. He could barely see her face now, just peeking down at him from behind the retreating wall of fabric that was audibly straining out from the tension…Daniel could see her eyes sparkling down at him, narrowed slightly in play…or was it in concentration, focused on him?

The warm, curved hillside bottoms of her bare breasts appeared. Daniel’s breath caught in his throat as he saw their gargantuan expanses get bigger and bigger, the more Emma pulled back her shirt. It seemed, though, for a moment, that somehow her breasts weren’t quite as big as he had remembered them being before…what was going on? Surely –

But then, with a heavy, throbbing double-jolt that brought Daniel to his knees, her breasts bounced buoyantly out of her shirt, heavy as tumbling boulders, free at last from their oppressive confines. Looking up in awe at them as he rose back unsteadily to his feet, Daniel understood – her boobs had been held back by her shirt, as as she pulled it off, it had pulled her breasts back for a moment, making them seem much smaller. But, of course, she had only been gearing them up for their final release, which had caught Daniel by surprise. He was astounded at how huge they were – his eyes flitted up, and he saw that her nipples were straining up as high as his head now, much taller than before, when they had been confined. The dark brown areola plateaus towered above him, proud and stately, and Daniel saw them continuing to grow and expand…taller and taller…until they were taller than his head. Without thinking, he stood on his tiptoes, to try and match their height, and he heard an audible intake of breath from Emma. His eyes shot up to her face. She had finished taking off her shirt, and her red hair sat gloriously unkempt on her head. Her mouth was slightly open, and he could see that she had taken notice of his tiptoed attempt to keep pace with her. But he couldn’t. A moment later, even on his tiptoes, Emma’s nipples had grown three inches over his head.

Emma lightly wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and she opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it again. The silence deepened between them. It wasn’t awkward, or distressing, or negative in any way…it just felt intense. For Emma especially, the temperature had been building ever since their bath earlier. Just seeing Daniel swimming around in the water, with her huge legs looming up on either side of him, and knowing that deep under the water, beneath his swimming little body, her clit was engorging as the blood pumped down to her pussy. She had felt her entire pelvic area get fleshed-out with the hot pumping blood of her arousal, and it had taken a mighty effort on her part to speak in a composed way to him. He was just sooooo, so small compared to her now…he was even smaller than a doll. He was like a little action figure or something, a live little toy that moved around, that spoke, that adored her in every way.

And it was DANIEL, HER Daniel! She had to keep reminding herself of that, because, if she let her imagination go, it was getting easier to venture into “Aiden” territory with him in her mind, just for fun. But Emma wasn’t worried – she knew she wasn’t really running any kind of risk of dehumanizing him. But that little swimming body…and knowing that her huge pussy lurked deep beneath him underwater, unseen…well, there was something about it that really got her going. And she had been looking forward to getting in bed with him, to THIS moment they were in, right now…and that little gesture of his, on his tiptoes, trying to compare himself to her nipples in his own innocent, playful, automatic way…it nearly drove her wild with lust for him.

“Emma…” Daniel croaked out in a strange voice. He was transfixed…mesmerized…by everything about Emma, especially tonight. There was a delicious electricity in the air, making every hair seem to stand on end. Every aspect of her body, and every slight playful move she made just seemed to churn up his desire for her even more. Daniel had always been head-over-heels for Emma, even when she had been 5’8. But now, with her huge body surrounding him on all sides, the living, breathing floor beneath his feet, he felt overcome. He didn’t know what he was doing or saying. He just had to say something, or else he felt like he might burst with the pressure building up inside him. Above all else, it was that look that she was giving him that was threatening to drive him over the edge – that hungry, determined look that was also somehow the softest, gentlest, most tender expression he had ever seen on her face.

Daniel felt his ground shift slightly, and a shadow fell over his body. Without speaking, Emma had reached her right hand towards him, hovering it about five feet above where he was standing on her upper stomach, right in front of the twin hills of her breasts. Daniel relaxed his body, preparing for her to pick him up. He felt himself shiver in pleasure as his skin rose up to attention in goosebumps…he couldn’t wait to feel that hot, safe, familiar pressure of her fleshy hand wrapping gently around his body. He was already so used to her picking him up that his body had started to instinctively relax whenever he sensed her hand poised above him.

But this time, the warm embrace of her hand didn’t come. For a few long seconds, Emma’s hand remained suspended above him, unmoving. Daniel first glanced up at the huge shape above him, looking for the playful little twitches of her fingers. Maybe she was trying to decide what fun little game to play with him next…maybe she’d pick him up by his leg and dangle him in front of her eye like she’d done the day before, winking at him over and over, intentionally tickling his stomach with her eyelashes. Daniel was already rock-hard now, but the memory of that delightful little event made his cock twitch even more. Emma hadn’t even been trying to be sexy – she had been giggling, just playing with him, messing around…and yet, it had been so arousing for him. And of course she had noticed…hadn’t she!?

As Daniel glanced up at her huge fingers poised above him, though, he saw that they weren’t moving at all. It was almost eerie – her hand, and all of her fingers, were completely still. Feeling a slight, sudden surge of uneasiness, Daniel turned his eyes back between Emma’s breasts and up to her face. Her tongue was sticking into the inside of her right cheek, making it bulge outward, and her lips were open in a slight smile, enough to show that she was biting her tongue. She seemed to be considering something.

And then she made a fist with her hand above him and lowered it down next to him, resting it beside his standing body like a large boulder nearly half his height.

“Come here,” Emma whispered. Her voice was deep, husky…sultry. Any uneasiness Daniel had felt vaporized instantly. He could tell by that tone in her voice that she was just as aroused as he was. Swallowing and taking a deep breath through his nose, he started walking up towards her beautiful face.

“Yesss…come to me, Daniel…come to me,” Emma whispered, egging him on. The trembling power in her whispered voice seemed to make the air shake, and Daniel felt the hot gusts of her sweet breath wash over him as he crossed into the valley in between her breasts. Glancing on either side of him, he saw that her nipples were even taller than his head now. He breathed out through his nose, his eyes going wide as he looked from left to right at the colossal, fleshy twin megaliths he was passing through. He could feel the heat emanating from all sides, from her flesh…he could feel the thudding blood of her heartbeat beneath his feet, and pulsing through the air from the breast walls to his left and right. On both sides, nearly as tall as his body, he was surrounded by living, breathing walls that expanded and heaved softly with each breath Emma took. She wasn’t even trying to inflate them with giant breaths – she was just breathing normally, and yet, in the context of this moment, Daniel felt like he was moving in slow motion as he passed between them. Her breasts had never seemed huger, or more alluring, or more overwhelming, than they did now.

Emma had been lounging on her plush, double-stacked pillows, each of them the length of an 18-wheel truck, and, as Daniel walked slowly up her bare stomach and breasts, her eyes remained fixed on his little body, honing in on it with steady intensity. Her hand had moved over to gently clasp around him, and pull him up to her face, but as its huge shape had hovered above him, covering him completely in its shadow, Emma had felt such a powerful surge of arousal that she felt like she couldn’t trust herself with holding him.

‘He’s just…sooooo, so tiny,’ she thought to herself, gazing in wonder at how his little body seemed to unconsciously shrink from her hand. She knew that it wasn’t the result of a choice on his part; his movements were instinctual, involuntary, almost animal-like. Even in this calm, safe, intimate space, she saw that he wasn’t able to fully suppress his defensive instincts, and her immediate reaction was to get even more aroused.

She slowly, softly lowered her hand, as the stirrings in her loins intensified. She felt like a queen…a pampered, rich, colossal queen. This whole facility, all the scientists, all the resources…it was all for her. But all of that was not really why she felt so sumptuous and regal. She knew the real reason why: that single, solitary little man standing in between her breasts, staring up at her with a loving admiration that blasted through his instinctive fear. And when he had broken the silence between them, with an almost-whispered intonation of her name, he had sounded so smitten, and so helpless, that she felt herself melting inside from desire. Emma wanted him. She wanted him so, so badly. And she smiled to herself, warming inside as she marveled at her own ability to think straight, and to take charge of the situation.

‘I’ll make him walk up to me,’ she thought dirtily, ‘In between my boobs...and up to my mouth. Come to me.’

Before Daniel knew it, he was standing right in front of Emma’s collarbones, directly before the spot where they both came together. Even this close to her, he still had to avert his head slightly upwards in order to look into her eyes. Their profound blue had only seemed to deepen since the last time he had been this close to her face; Daniel even caught himself subconsciously wondering if that deepening, gorgeous cerulean color was one of the byproducts of her growth. Emma had always had blue eyes, but they had never been this…striking…before.

Daniel didn’t know what to do. Emma’s huge face loomed up before him, filling almost the entire panorama of his vision, with those big, blue, gorgeous eyes steadily regarding him. Even though he had been this close to her plenty of times, the fact that her face alone was taller than his entire body felt especially striking tonight. It would have been a little easier for him if Emma had been smiling; but she wasn’t. Her face was expressionless, which made her seem all the more intimidating…and beautiful. He didn’t feel worthy of her. He didn’t feel like he deserved to be with her, to be standing there. How on earth could he hope to satisfy her!?

A sighing heat suddenly emanated forth in front of him. Emma had parted her luscious lips, and the tip of a massive tongue emerged from the darkness. Instinctively, Daniel felt himself backing up. Even though his cock was pulsing at full-mast, and wanted so badly to feel that tongue against his body, in this moment he wasn’t able to overcome his more primitive instincts – they were screaming at him to retreat from the giant, hot cave that was opening up wider and wider in front of him.

But even still, Daniel managed to catch himself after a couple uneasy steps backward. This wasn’t like last time…in the barn…which seemed so, so far away, nothing more than a blip of a nightmare vision that time had whisked away. Things were different now. Very different. Emma was different. She was bigger than ever, but she didn’t scare him the way she used to. He wanted this; he was just as much a willing participant in this exchange as she was…he just had to get used to feeling this aroused, and this tiny, while he was SO close to her.

He felt a sudden swell underneath his feet, and was forced to throw out his arms to steady himself. Emma was staring down at him, her huge eyes fixed on him, as the huge tip of her tongue hung in the dark between her the expansive, steady white of her teeth. It occurred to Daniel, somewhere in his subconscious, that Emma was taking a deep breath.

“aaaaaaaaaaa…”

Emma had retreated her tongue back into the darkness, and then had suddenly started opening her mouth, bit by bit, all while exhaling a long, hot breath of hot, sweet air into Daniel in front of her. For the first few seconds, Daniel had been forced to blink tears out of his eyes that came in the wake of such a powerful onslaught of air. Emma was barely putting any effort at all into her exhale, and yet Daniel felt his body bending slightly backward, as his hair was tossed and ruffled in its wake. After his eyes recovered, Daniel had simply marveled at the sight of her gorgeous, plush lips beginning to stretch out before him…but then, he realized that she wasn’t stopping where he thought the extent was. Her mouth just kept opening, wider and wider, the top of her lip rising up and up, first up to his chest, then his shoulders, and then his neck. Since he was standing right behind her collarbones, Daniel could see that her bottom lip was about even with his knees. And all this time, Emma had begun to let out the low, pleased “aaaa” sound that slowly and steadily began building…Daniel felt it in his ears, in his cock, in his organs, in his bones. He knew she was barely making a sound, and yet it vibrated his entire body, infusing him with her.

In response, and totally overwhelmed, Daniel exhaled out in a miniscule puff of helpless arousal, and never in his life had the tininess of his own body felt so all-encompassing. His exhales barely registered – hers created a new climate around him.

“Aaaaaaaaaa!”

Daniel didn’t know how, but Emma kept the hot air coming, even stronger this time, and as the speed and temperature of her wind both increased, so too did the sound of her voice. It was louder now, and even deeper than before. Daniel’s mouth was hanging open now, totally transfixed by the sight of the dark, stretching, expanding oval of her mouth rising up beyond his neck, and past his eyes. There was no way…there was just no way that she could open her mouth…wider than him!

“AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”

Daniel was backing up again now, a captive of his instincts once again. He was helplessly aroused, and felt a surging in his loins that was threatening to cascade into an orgasm. But even more than that, he was feeling a driving, animalistic need to flee from what was in front of him. It wasn’t proper fear – it was sheer instinct. That huge, dark, mesmerizing, red-rimmed oval of Emma’s mouth was now stretched open so wide that the top of her lip was now well over his head, by at least a few inches…her bottom lip was even lower than his knees now. How was it possible!? She was so huge, so powerful, yes…but Daniel had never realized just how massive she was compared to him. She could have swallowed him whole.

Her exhale was now pushing him backward, his hair blowing back completely, as the heat increased. Any more, and Daniel would have started to worry that his skin would burn. And with the onslaught of her breath came a triumphant, ecstatic crescendo of her voice, rising up and up into a loud, booming exclamation that shook the foundations of his entire body. It was almost…almost…a roar. He felt the powerful rumbles of her deep sound thundering underneath his feet, throughout her mighty body. And yet still, somehow, in the midst of all this, Daniel registered that Emma was not letting herself go. She kept her voice limited to a specific volume, one that intimidated him, and awed him, but that didn’t hurt his ears. In the midst of this intense experience of her mouth, Daniel found himself staring straight down into the back of her throat. In the low, warm light, he saw the huge, dangling appendage of her uvula, slick and wet, and visibly buzzing with the sounds she was making. In a crazy moment of recollection, Daniel remembered that Emma didn’t have any tonsils…she had had them taken out when she was a teenager, before she met him. Behind, the shiny, undulating expanse of her throat moved towards him and back away, towards him and back away again.

Daniel stumbled a couple paces back, but, almost as soon as his retreat had begun, he felt it stopped by a decisive, cushy thud against his back, his neck, his legs. Emma had put her hand behind him, preventing his instinctual escape. And all at once, the awesome, dark expanse of her mouth flattened out into upturned, twisted triangles. The overpowering hot air abruptly stopped; the all-encompassing vibrations ceased; everything was quiet. All that remained was Emma’s smile, as she blinked down rapidly at him a few times. Daniel felt a new warmth spread over him, and he found himself laughing, in reaction to his instinctual fear, and in relief at seeing her smile.

“A little too much for you, sweetheart?” Emma cooed. Her tongue had come back out again, and was licking her teeth…a smug smile…determined.

Daniel swallowed and pushed himself back upright, using the fleshy cushion of Emma’s hand as leverage. He could actually hear the smooth squelch of her tongue against her teeth.

“Aaahh, haha, no…no, not at all!” he grinned.

“Mmmm, then come back up here,” she commanded, now extending her tongue halfway out of her mouth, curling it towards him seductively. “I wanna taste you.”

There wasn’t any hesitation in Daniel’s legs now. They seemed to move on their own accord, carrying him closer and closer to that giant, gently undulating tongue that Emma was seductively spearing out of her mouth, then curling it back up and inward towards her lips, spearing it out again and once more curling it back in. It was incredibly sexy what she was doing – a tongue the size of a sleeping bag was beckoning him to come closer, closer…and all the while, Daniel knew that Emma was delighting in the powerful effect her size had on him. She was saying, ‘That’s right, come here and let me show you what this tongue can do to you.’ He was used to Emma teasing him, giggling with him, and being silly. But this was totally different. He could feel the heat of her arousal as he got closer. There was still that twinkle in her eye…but she was serious. Very serious.

He had just finished crossing the threshold of her collarbones when she breathed out a simple command:

“Stop.”

He obeyed without thinking. Emma curled her tongue back into her mouth and smiled down at him, blinking a few times as she sized him up. Daniel knew that her smile belied the intensity she was feeling. By the warm light of her bedside lamp, he could see that her cheeks were flushed a deep, passionate crimson.

“Now let’s see…” she continued, in that same hushed, intensely-charged low voice of hers, “Let’s see if I can getcha.”

Daniel stood there puzzled for a few moments, until he finally realized that she meant “get him with her tongue.” He was closer to her mouth than he had been, yes, but…she was just playing around of course. There was no way that her tongue could reach him there.

Emma’s tongue suddenly shot straight out of her mouth, and Daniel would have staggered backward in surprise if not for the firm, fleshy barrier of her horizontal palm, which she had managed to sneak behind him while he was mesmerized by her mouth. The valley of her abs tensed and hardened in her laughter, and Daniel felt her mirth rumbling under his feet again. She was definitely enjoying this long, slow teasing, and it heartened her to see that everything that she expected was happening. She knew he was going to try and stagger backwards, which is why she had put her hand there – to keep him captive, to force him to reckon with her tongue.

Daniel couldn’t believe how fast that huge tongue had come darting out from in between her plush lips. This whole time, Emma had been moving her tongue slowly, curling it with erotic languor, to entice him…but now, all of a sudden, she had shot it out of her mouth, and for a second its size and speed had startled him. Now backed against her unmoving hand, he had nowhere to go. All he could do was back farther into Emma’s hot palms as he played along and tried to avoid the wet, quivering tip of the advancing tongue. He felt a rough, almost sharp sensation in his back, which contrasted strangely with the otherwise soft flesh of Emma’s hands, and after a moment he understood what it was – of course, with all that weight training, the top of her palms, right where her fingers met her hand, were heavily calloused. Emma always made sure to put on her rose-scented lotion before bedtime (which Daniel had helped her apply for weeks, usually focusing on her pinkie toe, which took him minutes to finish), but there was only so much she could do about those callouses. Daniel had a sudden image of her deadlifting 36,000 pounds the other day, going up and down with perfect form, banging out a set of ten easy reps as her muscles strained her flexible athletic wear to the brink, and her strong, watermelon-sized knuckles whitened with the effort.

But all this flashed through his mind quicker than he could even process it, because Emma’s tongue had almost reached him. As it got closer and closer, her eyes had gotten wider in anticipation, and Daniel saw that her tongue was lengthening out more and more, as she deliberately pointed it at him. He had never seen her tongue this close before, at least when it was so big, and he wasn’t able to avoid getting lost in its strange hypnotic movements. The entire thing was in motion somehow, quivering, undulating, trembling…it was such an immense muscle, under such control, that it was almost unbelievable for him to consider that Emma could move such a huge mass as easily as he could move his own tongue.

And then, right when there was only about three feet left between them, her tongue stopped, apparently stretched to the limit. Emma kept her head in the same position, playing “fair,” as her eyebrows creased in disappointment and her tongue speared the air between them. After a few moments, Daniel felt himself start to smile, and he stared up at her, playing the smug victor.

“Ooop! Not quite long enough!” he laughed up to her. “Guess I’m…uhhh…guess it wasn’t as long as you…thought…”

His voice had trailed away, since he had glanced down and remembered that his cock was probably harder than it had ever been in his entire life. He had gotten lost in the game, only to remember how much he wanted to feel that huge, slithering mass all over him. He could smell the steam coming off it…minty, fruity…just like her special toothpaste Dr. Farley had given her the other day, in a tube the size of a bazooka.

Emma flipped her tongue all the way back into her mouth and pouted down at him. She could hardly bear how cute he was. Even in his position, he was still playing along with her. What delicious masculine energy he had. For a moment, Emma considered snatching him up and sticking him all the way into her mouth, but she dismissed this impulse and breathed out a long, slow breath down at him. Just watching his little eyes squint and blink in the wake of her breath, with his precious little head of hair blown back, almost made her melt. A slow and steady fire had been burning in her loins for a while now, but watching how Daniel’s tiny feet jostled and dug themselves into her flesh, to keep from toppling over backward from her exhale, made it threaten to flare up and burn out of control.

But she had control. There wasn’t any doubt of that – this wasn’t like it had been before, ages and ages ago, in a time so far back it seemed like a dream, when her mind and body had grown beyond her own ability to contain them. She had learned. She had discovered the secret to controlling herself, and it was so simple that Emma hardly thought about it anymore: she had learned to embrace her growth, to love it, to genuinely hope for it to continue. That was it – that was the secret to her happiness now. Well…that, and, of course, that darling little man standing there between her collarbones, with the precious little protrusion of his hard cock pointing straight up at her chin, and his hair all messy from her most recent exhale.

“You want me to step a little closer?” came Daniel’s playful, confident voice. He had just put his hands on his hips and shifted his weight to one leg, still teasing her despite the fact that she had nearly blown him over with a simple sigh. “Aw don’t pout at me like that, you shouldn’t feel bad that your tongue isn’t as long as wwwwaaaaauuuuughhh!”

Daniel’s smug tease rapidly transformed into a startled exclamation, as Emma’s tongue reared up out of her mouth again, curved upward above his head and unfurling toward him like a cobra. He quickly saw that she had been purposefully holding back the whole time, and that, in fact, her tongue was plenty long enough to reach him. He began to stagger backward, but she didn’t give him any time to escape. With a single, wet, decisive slap she brought the bottom of her tongue down on top of his chest, thumping him down into the fleshy floor above her breasts. Daniel was on his back, breathless – well over half his prone body was now covered by the hot, wet, gently-undulating muscle of her tongue, which spanned from his mid-thighs, covering his whole midsection, and all the way up to his chin. As if to remind him how much control she had, Emma was teasing the bottom of his chin with the trembling tip of her tongue, which she had flexed into a thick triangle; Daniel felt his head pushed back with an almost-impossible gentleness. At the same time, she had splayed and flattened out the bottom of her tongue in his crotch, pressing his body down hard enough that he could feel himself beginning to make an indentation in her flesh.

“Hhhuuuuuuh?” It was Emma’s turn to tease now, and her playful, upward-inflected voice implied the question: ‘Hmm? What was that you were saying?’ Daniel could see her big eyes looking down on him steadily, and, in an effort to distract himself from the intense stimulation of her tongue against his crotch, he tried to wiggle out from beneath her tongue. But Emma just raised her eyebrows mockingly in response, and further flattened her tongue out against his body, holding him completely prone, like a wrestler in the midst of an inescapable hold. Try as he might, Daniel couldn’t even get close to wriggling himself out from under her tongue. It was far too big, and too strong, for him to strive against. Even when he had managed to wrench his arms free, and wrap them around her tongue in a bear-hug, there wasn’t anything he could do. As long as Emma wanted, he was there on his back, defeated.

After a few seconds, though – long enough for Emma to hammer home her point – she lifted her tongue up. Since Daniel’s arms were already wrapped tightly around it, he felt himself getting literally lifted up off his back. Responding immediately, he wrapped both his legs around her tongue as well. A deep, velvety chuckle rumbled through his body; evidently, Emma appreciated his little stunt. The next moment, Daniel felt the slick wet muscle of Emma’s tongue curve toward her mouth, angling his whole body towards the dark entrance. He felt his excitement boil up to a fever pitch as he saw her lips withdraw a bit in a widening smile, flashing the immense sharp whiteness of her teeth before his eyes.

“Graaa ohhhn!” Emma intoned, her mouth still curved upward in a grin, and Daniel understood that she meant “Grab on!” and reached for her front two incisors, which, from his perspective, were as big as textbooks. But as he tried to catch hold of them, his hands slipped off, and he fell back onto her tongue, grabbing onto it again for dear life, to keep himself from tumbling into her mouth. His whole body was shaking now with Emma’s laughter.

“Nuuh! Nuuh! Nuh ma teefff!” she giggled. “Ma lissspp!”

Daniel felt a cool gush of wind against his wet body as Emma sounded out “lissssp!”, and it made him shiver. But then he understood that she had meant him to grab onto her lips, and reached his hands up, grasping hold of two big handfuls of the smooth red flesh. At first he worried that he was hurting her lips with his hands, since he was holding on so tightly, but then, staring up at the vast expanse of her lips above him, he absorbed just how tiny and insignificant his hands looked compared to them.

“Mmmmm!” Emma hummed encouragingly as she withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, leaving Daniel dangling from her upper lip, his feet hanging just below her chin. She must have felt him shivering still, because the next moment she breathed out a long, slow, hot exhale, instantly warming him to his bones.

“Silly boy!” Emma giggled, speaking slowly, with a protruding upper lip, so that Daniel wouldn’t fall off. “Grabbing onto my teeth…”

Daniel was about to answer, but he suddenly felt the wet weight of Emma’s tongue again, directly in between his legs. He couldn’t see it, but he sure could feel it. Looking up, all he could see now, beyond the horizon of her lips, was the underside of her nostrils, serenely expanding and contracting above him. Emma gently arched her head back and started slowly opening her mouth, wider and wider, and then closed it…opened it wide, and then closed it again. As she was doing this, Daniel saw her eyes gently shut – she was reveling in how easily she could lift and lower his entire body.

As if to play up how effortless it was for her, she brought her arms up and laced her hands around the back of her head. Daniel caught sight of the silver bracelet that Emma had been wearing for a couple weeks now, and for some reason, as he hung from her lip, he found himself fixating on it. Emma had been wanting a piece of jewelry to wear for a while, and a couple weeks ago, she had honed in on the long truck chain of a delivery tractor trailer one morning after her workout. To Daniel’s surprise, she had decided that she wanted that truck chain as a bracelet, and the doctors, slightly puzzled, had allowed her to claim it and wrap it around her wrist. Daniel remembered how they had all watched in awe as she had snapped the heavy metal chain off the truck, taking less than half a minute of effort to squeeze the metal links to their breaking point. And then, just as impressive, they had watched as she had wrapped the chain around her wrist, taken the broken links, and pressed them back together again, forming a perfectly-sized bracelet that went a third of the way down her forearm when she held her arm up. Daniel remembered how pleased she had been with her new jewelry, showing it off to him, and to the assembled scientists who couldn’t quite believe what they had just seen.

“I like it!” Dr. Jeltzin had declared after a few moments. “It really suits her.”

And now, thinking back to that moment weeks before, Daniel couldn’t help but agree. There was something edgy about the fact that Emma had a truck chain as a bracelet…something intense that suited the reality of who she was now. It accentuated the size and power of her wrist and forearm; the bracelet itself was wide enough to accommodate three or four full-sized adult bodies…and now, as Daniel blinked up at the bracelet, he saw, even though Emma had lifted her arms up before placing her hands behind her head, that the bracelet hadn’t gone down her arm like it used to. It was actually fairly tight around her wrist now.

But the next moment, Daniel felt the hot, telltale slickness of the tip of Emma’s tongue between his legs. She was humming out sexily, gently squirming her tongue around and around his cock, pushing it to the side, and playfully flicking its tip as she moved her tongue rapidly up and down.

“Auuuuhhh…ohhhh…oh god…!” moaned Daniel, totally transported by the pleasure. Emma had been teasing him for a while now, and he could feel the orgasm beginning to build with rapid momentum in his loins. She was just so big, so impossibly huge and strong, and in total control over him. And yet…she was so deliberate, so careful, so gentle in her attentions to him. It was unbelievable how delicate the touch of her tongue was, and how warm and caring the feel of her palm was as she slid it under his dangling feet, to keep him from losing his hold on her lip. He could feel her hot breath rushing over him now, as she spoke:

“Oooo, that feel good, sweetheart?”

Her voice was deep and throaty now; she was obviously very aroused too, and the next moment, her tongue was doing its slow, deliberate work again, pressing and gently lapping at his cock, interspersing her slow movements with punctuated little tongue flicks that made Daniel’s eyes roll back in his head.

“Mmmm, your whole body’s tremblingggg,” Emma purred, drawing out that last word so that Daniel felt the vibrations of her voice in his bones. She kept licking him in between her encouraging dirty talk. “Mrrrghh…it’s not gonna…mmlllaaugh…be much longer, now…mmmrrrraughh…is it? Mmmgggllauuugh…is it…my sweet…mmmmmm….sexy…..mmmmmmlllaaauughhhh….little man? Mmmm…come on…mmmmmmm….come on, give it to me, Daniel. Mmmmmmggghhh…give me your cum. Feed me. Mmmmmmmmrrrgghhh…FEED your giantess.”

That did it. The liquid hot plasma of his orgasm overflowed his body, and with a shivering, spasmodic moan, Daniel felt himself lose hold of Emma’s upper lip as he came harder than he had ever cum in his life, spewing his load all over Emma’s awaiting tongue, which she had flattened out before him in anticipation. She caught him easily in her hand as he fell back, and she lovingly, tenderly brought him up and gently pressed him into her lips, moaning happily as she encouraged his cum to flow forth. Holding him up against her mouth like this, she could stare deeply into his eyes, taking care not to blink as she drank in the sight of his adoring, helplessly orgasming face. She loved him. She loved him so tenderly, so deeply, that it almost hurt to dwell on it – she wanted nothing more than to give him pleasure, to make him feel good, to take his seed and swallow it down into herself. He was hers. He was HER little guy, HER precious little man, and it thrilled her to know just how much she could play with him, tease him, and teeter him on the brink of pleasure by using her body, by showing him how easy it was for her to manipulate his tiny arms and legs, and overwhelm him without even trying. It was perfect.

“Huhh…huhhh…holy…sh…huohmygod…” Daniel was panting desperately in her palm as she brought him away from her lips, and his pants sounded so exaggerated that Emma couldn’t help but giggle a little as she looked down at him. He was lying there like a little action figure in her hand, totally soaked in sweat. She stuck her tongue out at him and wiggled it, showing him his white load on her tongue. And then she stuck her tongue out farther and crossed her eyes slightly as she tried to see how much he had cum. But, finding that she couldn’t really see much, she just shrugged, giggled again, and withdrew her tongue back into her mouth, sucking up whatever was on it and swallowing it down.

“Aaaaaaaahhhh!” she sighed out, showing him her open mouth as her eyes sparkled at him. Daniel smiled up at her weakly, chuckling as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Mmmmmm, okay, now my turn!” Emma laughed, and Daniel felt himself caught up in the whirlwind of her hand as she lowered him down, down, down. The twin hills of her breasts passed by him rapidly on either side, and Daniel could feel the air around him getting hotter as Emma brought him down the smooth expanse of her stomach and deposited him in between her legs. Daniel stumbled slightly against her inner thigh as she put him down, since he was still shaky and exhausted from the recent intensity of his orgasm. Her huge legs rose up like caverns on either side of him, a few feet taller than he was. And then, with a deep, audible purr from far above, Emma spread her thighs, opening herself up, and Daniel saw, directly in front of him, the yawning, gorgeous pink flower of her pussy. For a few moments he couldn’t move, as he stood there, totally transfixed by the gently flexing, undulating flesh of her pussy. It seemed to be a living thing all to itself, constantly in motion, like it was breathing. The smooth pink nub of her clitoris was poking out from the darker red flesh of her vaginal hood, and, as Daniel stared at it, he saw it growing unmistakably bigger before his eyes.

Emma reached her hands down and spread her pussy lips, opening them up and flashing an even more intense pink to Daniel’s eyes. He felt himself exhale forcefully, as his eyes widened. It had barely even occurred to him that the two of them hadn’t had “proper sex” in a long, long time, that he hadn’t actually seen her pussy up close when she had been this big. And now that he was standing there before it, with its long, slick, fleshy slit rising up nearly as tall as he was, the crazy reality of their size difference hit home to him in an entirely new way.

“Go on, Daniel, go on…” Emma chuckled, far above him. He glanced up towards her face, which was just barely visible high above her breasts. Her eyes were crinkled up in an affectionate, lusty squint. “She’s yours for the taking!”

Daniel had to laugh a little at the absurdity of him “taking” what was in front of him. He could see now that, if Emma had wanted to, she could have sucked him up inside her without even trying. But, taking a deep breath, he strode forward nevertheless, his eyes fixed on her clit.

‘She made me cum…’ he thought with determined lust, ‘And now I'm gonna make her cum!’

He marched right up to her pussy mouth, intending to grab her clit and get to work on it, but he had to pause for a moment, right at the entrance. Emma’s huge fingers were still on either side of him, pulling back her lips for him, and, as she flexed and unflexed her pussy in his face, he felt the hot, spicy breath of her musk wash over his body. He could hear her pussy breathing in his face. And he realized now that he had to look slightly UP to see her clit. All around him, he could feel the intense heat of her body enveloping him, and he thought he could see the flesh of her pussy lips, her thighs, and her lower stomach expanding. A sudden question rocketed through his mind, which Emma answered a moment later with a sexy moan, without him even having to ask:

“Ohhhh Daniel…oh god! It’s happening again…uurrrgghhh…another spurt….oh god…I’m growing! I’m growing again…oh shit…oh god, Daniel! Get in there! Urrrggghhhh go at it! Bust me up!!”

Daniel growled out like an animal and ran straight at her pussy, body-slamming it as he reached his hands up to grab onto her engorged clit. He felt himself slap into her slick, wet lips, and his body was instantly drenched in her juices. Her clit was the size of a large watermelon now, and he could feel it pulsating in his hands. Without thinking, he headbutted it over and over, and started covering it in kisses, as he ravenously licked and smacked at it. Emma’s deep, rumbling groans far above him only encouraged his feverish onslaught, and he totally lost himself in the delirium of Emma’s giant pussy. He slammed into her over and over; he kicked at her; he headbutted her clit over and over; he squeezed it; he punched it; he bit it; he jumped up, grabbed onto it, and pulled his legs up, so that he was dangling from it. He slipped off and fell down onto the sheets between her legs, which by now were soaked through with her juices…and he did it again, and again. Over and over he returned to pummel her pussy with everything he had, and even when his lungs and limbs burned with the exertion, he didn’t stop.

All the while Emma moaned and cried out in ecstasy, her arms still up behind her head, as she arched her back and threw her head up towards the ceiling. She knew he was giving it his all, that he was exhausting himself, and the sheer effort he was putting in was the hottest part about it. It all felt intense, but the sensations themselves were not overwhelming – what was really doing it for Emma was knowing just how hard he was trying, and how delightfully ticklish and tingly the effect was down there. The truth of her overwhelming size had never been so apparent as it was now, and the more Daniel threw himself against her, and attacked her clit, the more she felt herself begin to boil inside. She was just so huge, so massive, compared to him, and, in the midst of the slow boil of her impending orgasm, she could feel the deeper, dull pain of her ongoing growth spurt, which joined with the syrup of her pleasure and felt like sweet fire in her bones. If she looked down, she could actually see her thighs expanding and lengthening around Daniel on either side. A bit more and she’d hardly be able to see him at all…she huffed out and threw her head back at the ceiling again, as the first of many, many orgasms crashed through her, and her entire body shivered and shook.

She took her hands away from her pussy lips and braced them against her thighs, just to make sure she didn’t close them around Daniel in the midst of her orgasm. The effect of this was to have her pussy lips, which she had been holding back, converge around Daniel on either side. They embraced him, pulling him in. Daniel kicked out at the smooth hot pussy flesh that was now gushing a continuous torrent of fluid over his body. His foot got caught up inside, and, as Emma flexed her loins over and over, his leg was sucked in, first his entire foot, then his ankle, then all the way up to his knee. Daniel realized what was happening and felt himself start to cum again. He kicked out with his other leg, and the same thing happened. The more he struggled, the deeper she pulled him in. Within half a minute, Emma’s pussy had sucked him up into her, all the way up to his mid-thighs. All the while, Daniel continued to grapple with her clit, which was now almost twice as big as it had been before. Wave after wave of hot fluid washed over him, soaking every inch of his body – he even had to hold his breath a few times as it gushed over him. She was pulling him in deeper, deeper…it felt like his feet and legs were being cooked inside the cauldron of her body. He was inside her…INSIDE HER…and she kept flexing her muscles, drawing him in more…more…more. He was up past his thighs; she had swallowed him up past his spewing, spasming cock…up to his waist…past his belly button…her rippling pink flesh was sucking up his stomach, getting up close to his nipples –

“Okay! Okay…” Emma burst out, her eyes wide, as she caught her breath. Her hand had shot down and gently but firmly latched around his upper torso, preventing herself from sucking him in any further. Daniel couldn’t see anything except her pussy and clit; he couldn’t tell that Emma was holding him there, as she shut her eyes tightly one more time, gritting her teeth as she faced the ceiling. She came hard, one last time, as she held him there, and Daniel felt the mighty spasms of her flesh around him. He wanted to go deeper into her…he wanted her to pull him in all the way. But she had stopped him where he was, for her own reasons.

A minute later, with a syrupy squelch, Emma pulled Daniel out of her and brought him up to her face. She was drenched in sweat too, her red hair all askew and her face flushed red from the intensity of what had just happened. Daniel knew that he felt smaller in her hand as she dangled him there in front of her face, but for the moment, he was too gassed to think too much about it. For long moments they stared at each other, breathing hard, hardly believing it. And then Daniel broke the silence:

“So…best sex ever?”

Emma broke into a grin and they both laughed, shaking their heads.

A little while later, the Facility was completely dark. The huge hanger door was still open, the immense majesty of the white mountains glistening with silver moonlight in the distance. Daniel was totally passed out in his bed on Emma’s nightstand, snoozing soundly in a dreamless sleep. Emma had been lying on her back, with her eyes open, staring straight up at the ceiling. She was still too wired from the sex and her recent growth spurt to sleep – her body was still buzzing, and she had even felt a few hot, tingly “aftershock” spurts that had struck half an hour after she had turned out the light and they had both gone to bed. She went over the incredible sex over and over in her head, reliving it, relishing it. She had made the right call, stopping herself from sucking him all the way into her. She wasn’t ready for that yet…she didn’t trust herself to keep him safe when she couldn’t see him down there. In time…in time…

And then, after a long while of lying there on her back, Emma sat up. She looked out the hanger door at the beautiful image of the icy mountains sparkling in the distance. At the corners of the hanger door, she perceived the merest hint of bright red – the laser system that kept her confined. It occurred to her that she could step outside the hanger, past the lasers, and whatever happened after, she could handle it. They couldn’t stop her now. But she didn’t want to mess with any of that now. An immense patience had settled over her. She knew that she could bide her time, that she could let the power dynamics develop and shift around her. She was in no hurry – because, after all, she had Daniel, and she was happier now than she had ever been.

Her bones and muscles felt stiff, and a desire to stretch came over her. Sighing out pleasantly, Emma rose up out of bed, taking care to do so quietly so Daniel wouldn’t wake up. She was completely naked, and the cool, delicious night air felt wonderful as it breathed softly out across her skin. She took a few steps towards the hanger entrance, and, with her eyes fixed on the snowy mountain peaks in the distance, she reached up her arms in a stretch. Her muscles lengthened and rippled pleasantly, and she sighed out again as she reached her arms up, up, up to their farthest extent.

Her fingers bumped into something. Emma stopped and looked up. Her arms weren’t quite extended yet. Wait…there was…there was no way – had she…?

She had. Emma’s mouth opened in silent delight as she spread her palms out against the smooth concrete. With her hands like this, she could extend her arms completely. She stood there in hushed ecstasy for a long, long time, staring out at the mountains in her bare feet, palming the 70-foot ceiling.