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Emma's Growth Spurt, Chapter 25 (Complete)
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Here's the completed Chapter 25 for Emma's Growth Spurt! It took me longer than I expected to complete it, but I think the extra time and effort was worth it ;) I made a few edits and changes to what I had posted before, just so ya'll know. This is another super-long chapter, so it'll count for the two Emma's Growth Spurt chapter updates for this month. Hope you all enjoy! This one's quite dramatic! <3
Chapter 25
A little while before, Daniel had been lying in his bed in the guest room, looking at his phone, when Daisy peeked in. She saw that he hadn’t noticed her at first, and she took the opportunity to watch him silently for a few moments. She felt so sorry for him…she really did, and it was almost disarming to her to realize how much her heart went out to him.
Daniel was not a complainer. Ever since that terrible ordeal with Emma the previous week, he hadn’t really been saying much. Of course, Daisy understood that he had gone through a traumatic experience, and that he needed his space. But at the same time, she had taken it upon herself to make sure that he was taken care of. She made sure his injuries were looked after; she took him his meals; and lately, she had been spending more and more time in his room, chatting about light, unrelated topics, just to allow him to take his mind off what had happened…and what was still happening between him and Emma.
The seconds went on by, and Daisy knew that she had already been watching him for too long. She felt appropriately guilty, but she reminded herself that she wasn’t doing anything that bad. The truth was that she had been temporarily struck by his figure in the bed, with his head bent slightly forward as he stared at his phone. His face looked calm and unexpressive. Daisy felt herself blink, and her heart skipped a little. He was so handsome…handsomer than he had ever seemed before, in fact. Together with his obvious physical injuries, the anguish and confusion of the ordeal he was going through made him seem twice as vulnerable…and there he was, just lying in his little bed there, trying to keep his mind off the fact that his girlfriend had grown into a titanic, terrifying 25-foot giantess who had totally lost her mind. But he was so unassuming, so calm, so quiet, just lying there, with the small screen lighting up his face. He blinked and wiped his nose with the back of his hand, and Daisy, once again, was bewildered by the strength of her emotional reaction to such an ordinary picture. Daniel had just blown out a little exhale of a chuckle, and Daisy felt her eyebrows come together as she stared. It felt like she was starting to melt inside.
Daniel had been in a strange mood that evening, so much so that he had actually been scrolling through the giantesscity forum, looking at old pictures that Emma had posted when she had “only” been 7 feet, 8 feet, 9 feet tall. Daniel had read over a few of the comments again, but his stomach had turned, absorbing those lecherous thoughts from other men, and so he had ignored the rest of them. Really, he was just there for the old pictures of Emma, back when she was just…just herself. He felt himself tensing up all over as he looked at her smiling face, those gorgeous eyes, as she laughed back at him through time, crouched inside their old bedroom door frame. He kept scrolling, and saw how seductively she eyed the camera, in a picture she had auto-taken of the two of them, with her kneeling behind him. Even in this pose, she had been taller than him by a good few inches, and she had her big arm wrapped around him possessively, her huge hand splayed out against his chest, as she shot that provocative look at the viewer. It was like she was saying, ‘He’s mine…back off!’
‘Or…she was just using me as a kind of prop,’ Daniel automatically thought to himself, looking closely at her face rising up above his. ‘Something to make all those horny online dudes jealous…or maybe it’s just that she was using me to show how big she was getting. A mannequin doll for scale.’
He felt himself becoming uncontrollably sad. He couldn’t even look at pictures from months before without questioning her motives. That was what this horrible growth sickness had done to her…to their relationship. Aside from plunging Emma into a turbulent, moody, dangerous kind of insanity, it had made Daniel wonder at what point she had “snapped,” at what point she had become a different person from the one he was in love with.
‘But I AM still in love with her,’ said a firm, monotone voice in his head. ‘And she’s still the same — she’s just struggling to cope with what’s happening to her. When she wraps her head around it, she’ll be fine.’
This voice had been an ever-constant presence in Daniel’s head ever since he had first noticed Emma changing, since he had first noticed that odd, unnerving glint in her eye as she looked down at him in that off-putting way, the way that suggested that she was having trouble seeing him as an equal, or even as a complete human person at all. He knew she was out in that barn right now, curled up in the hay, sleeping or staring at the stars through the rafters she had broken. He felt his heart seize up, and he had to wipe his nose a little bit. He had gotten good at stopping these thoughts before they infiltrated to the back of his eyes and made the heavy tears start flowing. Daniel had always hated crying, and it had only taken two private, silent sob sessions before he had resolved to keep those emotions tamped-down. They didn’t do anyone any good. And besides, even if he still badly wanted to go out there to Emma, to see how she was doing, to tell her she loved him, Daniel knew that he couldn’t. At this point, even that steady voice in his head couldn’t convince him that it was really Emma out there in the barn. It was…she was…something else.
And god, why was he even looking at these old pictures now, anyway?! It was making everything so much worse. Daniel quickly flicked his finger over the screen, and moments later was looking up random sports statistics of his favorite teams. He felt a strange lightness come over him, the kind that often does when a weighty problem is willingly disregarded for another time, and he actually managed to chuckle a little to himself. Despite everything, he really was ok. And all things considered, he had actually really been enjoying his time with Daisy. She had been so caring, so giving, so selfless…even though Daniel knew she was going through a hard time herself. He found himself wishing that she was there right now; she usually was, at this time of night. He looked up, and his heart did a little jump as he saw her standing there in the doorway.
“Oh!” he burst out, blinking, and then smiling widely. “I — I didn’t —”
“I’m…oh wow! Haha, s-sorry!” stammered Daisy, putting her hands up. “I was just…hehe…just about to come in. Sorry if I startled you!”
“No! No, it’s…haha, it’s fine!” laughed Daniel. He was surprised at how happy he suddenly felt. And then, without thinking, he spoke his mind. “I was actually just thinking about you.”
“Oh you were?” inquired Daisy, her eyebrows going up as she smiled a little sheepishly. She was a bit taken aback by his sudden candor, but there was no denying that she could feel the warm feelings spreading throughout her body. Vaguely, she realized that this was a strange, surreal moment, one that seemed hyper-realistic, almost like she was watching it in a movie.
“Yeah…heheh, I was just wondering…uhhhh, wondering where you were, haha.” Daniel’s words petered out a bit at the end as he realized how revealing and awkward they sounded. But Daisy pounced on the potentially delicate moment with some quick humor.
“What?” she teased, gliding fully into the room and settling herself down lightly on the edge of Daniel’s bed, “Have I trained you to expect me here every night?”
“Kinda, yeah,” chuckled Daniel, inclining his head. Neither of them knew quite what to say after this, and they both just sat there together, the pressure of something building between them as the night seemed to deepen outside the window.
“So…what’ll it be tonight?” asked Daisy after a few long moments of silence, grinning as she reached for the laptop that she had left on the far edge of Daniel’s bed. “Tragedy or comedy?”
Daniel inhaled and pondered his answer. A few days before, the two of them had started watching a nightly show together on Daisy’s laptop. This nightly activity already had the makings of a shared ritual, and the two of them had started looking forward to the time spent together at the end of the day. At first, nothing had seemed terribly untoward about the activity — they had watched an action movie, with the laptop perched on a pile of pillows in between them. The bed was large enough to where they didn’t get too close, and anyway, the pillows had separated them. The next day, however, they had done the same thing, except this time, whether on purpose or not, Daisy had put the pillows further back, so they lay closer together, not quite touching…but closer. Close enough to where they both noticed it, but said nothing. The truth was, both Daniel and Daisy enjoyed the closeness…they both wanted it.
“Actually…uhmm…” began Daniel, feeling the same hyper-realism of the moment, as if he was watching himself speak the words, “Maybe we could just…hang out tonight?”
“Oh…oh ok, sure!” nodded Daisy, looking away from Daniel and studying a particular corner of the comforter with extreme precision. She felt bad for the excitement that was coursing through her. It didn’t seem right, in the midst of the bizarre adversity they were all living through, to feel this kind of way. She was reminded of how she had felt when she was a teenager, and crushing over a boy in her science class. She had ended up dating him for a few months, and ever since then, ever since that brief time in high school, she had not been with another romantic partner. Daisy knew that Emma had always been different from her, but even still, it had been a little difficult for her to watch her younger sister move out of the house into the city, and land a successful, cute guy like Daniel.
And now, in the midst of all the craziness that was happening with Emma, there HE was, sitting up on the bed, looking at her with a kind of light in his eyes that Daisy had never seen before, from anyone...let alone him. And she felt herself desperately wanting to reciprocate that look. She knew that this was definitely not the time or place to be having these feelings…and that Daniel was most certainly NOT the right person to be on the other end of them. But Daisy was not about to get up and leave. And when she saw Daniel scooting over a little in his bed, ostensibly to give her room to sit by him, she had to remind herself not to crawl too quickly over to fill the void beside him.
Daniel was having similar feelings, but from a different vantage point. On the one hand, he felt like it was weird and inappropriate for him to be entertaining any kind of feelings for Daisy, since she was Emma’s sister, and since he was still “formally with” Emma. But more importantly, on the other hand, he was chastising himself for being ridiculous. Of COURSE all of this seemed weird — it was a totally unique and unprecedented situation! His girlfriend was 25 feet tall, and had, for all intents and purposes, grown beyond him, literally and figuratively. He couldn’t reach her anymore…and at this point, he doubted that he actually wanted to. He was afraid what he would find. He and Daisy had been through hell, watching this happen to Emma, and their mutual suffering united them. No one else would understand what the other was going through…and this mutual isolation made them feel even closer than they already felt.
Plus, Daniel had been noticing recently how pretty Daisy was. She looked a lot like Emma…she really did…and even though Emma had the more “conventional good looks,” there was something especially appealing to Daniel about Daisy’s face…the way she set her jaw and moved her chin back and forth when she was thinking…and the way she had of looking at him with her big eyes. She was a serious person, and so seeing her behave sheepishly around him made Daniel feel even more attracted to her.
“So….whaddya…uh, haha, whaddya wanna talk about?” asked Daisy as she sidled up on the bed next to Daniel. She briefly thought about sitting cross-legged next to him, but she thought that would have been too silly. She didn’t feel silly right now. She wanted to lie next to him, with her legs stretched out next to his.
“I’m…not sure, really,” he chuckled, taking his turn to stare down extra hard at a random patch of comforter. A few seconds later, though, he felt his eyes rising up of their own accord, and he found himself looking straight into Daisy’s eyes. She was only a couple feet away from him now, and she was looking right back at him.
“I guess…uhm, heheh, I guess I just wanted to…to uh…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the words, even though he knew what they were. It didn’t feel right. None of it felt right.
“To just spend a little time together,” finished Daisy, making the words sound easy and natural. She looked down, and saw his open fingers lying on the bed. She badly wanted to hold his hand.
“Yeah,” said Daniel, nodding as he kept staring at her. “Yeah. Haha I guess…I mean, this probably sounds really awkward to say but —”
“No, don’t worry,” reassured Daisy, and she just went for it, taking his hand in hers. Their warm flesh met, heating the exchange, and both of them felt chills of pleasure radiate through their bodies. Their eyes met again with a new kind of intensity.
“I just…I feel very close to you, Daisy,” said Daniel bluntly, blinking at her helplessly as he shook his head. “And I…I don’t know…what any of this means or…or what I’m really even saying right now, but…I —”
“I know, Daniel,” breathed Daisy, nodding her head as she squeezed his hand back. “I know. I feel very close to you too. I think…uh…I mean, it has to be everything that’s been going on, you know…”
“Yeah,” he agreed, squeezing her hand back, looking down and away from her, out the dark window, towards the barn. A part of him had wanted to see the kerosene lamp burning in the distance, lighting up the barn with its faint and fuzzy glow…it would have meant that Emma was still awake, lying there curled up in the hay. Even now, strangely, he would have welcomed the sign of her conscious presence, and freely allowed it to pull him back from what was about to happen. The distant outline of the barn was totally dark though…so dark that it looked odd and misshapen in the gloom. It almost looked like it was moving, but of course, Daniel knew that nothing was moving out there. Emma was asleep, and so he let himself seep back into this impossibly warm and tender moment with Daisy. The guilt ate at him from the inside, but he didn’t care anymore. In a way, the dark barn illustrated everything. Emma wasn’t there for him anymore. She was gone, somewhere far, far away. But Daisy was there…right there.
In that instant, though, with Daniel realizing that he and Daisy were about to do something terribly stupid together, he paused, drawing himself back. His eyes darted back to the dark cold outline of the barn. He couldn’t really see it now, but he imagined it there, sitting still in the night, containing the curled-up, sleeping body of his love. He wanted her terribly. She had grown past him, yes...abandoned him, in a way, yes...and definitely hurt him...but he still longed for intimacy with her, and strangely, having this intimate moment with Daisy just now had intensified his longing for Emma. He badly wanted to feel her hand in his, just like Daisy’s was now, with its slightly-smaller fingers getting gently but firmly squeezed by his own. He wanted to hug Emma again, to envelop her once more, to really convey through the pressure of his body how much she meant to him. All of this was impossible now, but as he turned to look back at Daisy, he was amazed — for it seemed like it wasn’t Daisy sitting there with him, but Emma herself, back to her original size, her gorgeous eyes looking up at him under her heavy lids. Daniel blinked and stared. He knew this wasn’t really Emma next to him, but his brain, under the strain of his mad longing and indescribable grief, was taking off on its own. He inhaled sharply through his nose. She even smelled like Emma.
“I don’t want us to do anything…we don’t want to do,” murmured Daisy, not even realizing that she was speaking in a whisper, and of course not realizing what was happening in his head, “But…Daniel, I…”
“I know,” he whispered back, squeezing her hand tightly now and suddenly pulling it towards him. Their faces had been a few feet apart before…now they were only inches away. Daniel could smell the fresh spearmint on her breath. She had just brushed her teeth. Emma had always used the same toothpaste. He felt immediately self-conscious, and hoped his breath wasn’t so bad. But his mind was racing right now, and any worries dissolved into thin air as he found himself moving his face closer to hers. Their noses touched. Daniel’s cock was rock-hard. He saw the little freckles up close on her cheeks...Emma’s freckles. They looked into each other, so close that they could barely see anything besides the shadows they cast on the other’s face. Daisy felt like a crazy person — she was doing this with Emma’s boyfriend…her sister’s partner…her lips were trembling, and she was holding herself back…but it wasn’t so simple as that. She loved Daniel…she had grown to love him. What else was she supposed to do?
Already it seemed too long. Daniel felt the moment slipping away. Maybe it was better that way…maybe they would come apart and…
He was parting his lips, just as he made the choice to push his face a little further into hers. The pull, the energy between them, was just too strong. He couldn’t resist; he didn’t want to resist. It wasn’t Daisy sitting with him now — it was Emma. Daniel pushed all protesting thoughts down into the bowels of his being, and he kissed her. Immediately, Daisy’s full lips opened up to receive him, and a second later their mouths were aggressively gaping into each other. Their eyes were shut tightly, and they clung together in an unyielding embrace, slowing each other down as their lips started caressing after the first initial push. They were blowing hard through their noses, seeding each other with their scent and fueling the passion further.
They suddenly felt a bit of a vibration through the floor, and they both stopped, immediately looking through the window toward the barn. Nothing. It was nearly a new moon, and it looked as black as ever out there.
“Just…a little wind, I guess,” muttered Daniel. A moment later they were back at it, although a few seconds later Daniel felt Daisy grab the back of his head and pull him back, firmly but gently.
“Daniel,” she panted, her chest rising and falling, “I don’t…I don’t want you to do anything that…that you don’t w—”
“I’m not,” he whispered, grabbing the back of her head with his own hand and shaking it a little in assurance. It was bizarre how measured his movements were; his brain was on fire, and he had no idea what he was doing or saying at this point. He was just going through the motions of his desperate fantasy. “I’m not…I — I want this... I know it’s crazy, but…I want it. I want…you.”
“I do too,” she whispered, staring at him with fierce intensity. “It’s insane, but…well, everything’s insane, and you’re…you’re the only…the only…I mean, I can’t even —”
“You don’t have to,” muttered Daniel, his own intensity barreling through, and he pulled her back towards him, kissing her again. Their bodies intertwined, and their embrace intensified. Daniel forgot about the pain in his limbs, the pain in his heart. He forgot about everything, except what was happening between him and this other person, losing himself in her lips and her scent. Part of his brain was screaming at him to stop, but the other part, driven by that terribly sad sense of longing, kept insisting that it was Emma, as she should be, in the bedroom with him. They started taking each others’ clothes off, breathing hard. They were so focused on each other, so totally transported in each others’ eyes, that neither of them noticed, through the inky black gloom of the deepening night, the large pair of eyes that had materialized at the window.
A couple minutes before, Emma had excitedly made up her mind to go pay Daniel a surprise evening visit. She had seen the sole light in the farmhouse that was on in his bedroom, and had immediately imagined him lying there in bed all cute, probably playing around on his phone like he had always done before bed. It was a strange thing for her to remember these little details from their previous life together — the way he would cuddle her, the way his body would twitch against her as he fell asleep, the reassuring sound of his steady breathing in the darkness. It all seemed so far away, so remote, so surreal to remember now that things were totally different. But as Emma got on her hands and knees and prepared to creep quietly out of the barn, these distant memories all seemed to come flooding back to her as she looked ahead at that warm, steady little light there in the darkness…the light of Daniel. Just imagining him in there made Emma ache with longing. She knew that they couldn’t cuddle like they used to; they couldn’t sleep in the same bed, or even in the same room or house. But Emma wasn’t going to tolerate this distance between them any longer. They could make do. They could get creative.
‘I could serenade him at his window,’ though Emma playfully, as she started slowly crawling toward the house. ‘And then he could open the window and we could have a nice little time, just chatting…just being with each other…ooooooh it’ll be so romantic…what is it about lovers talking to each other through open windows that’s sooooo nice? Hahaha…but I gotta make sure to surprise him…’
Emma was making sure…and at her size, moving around undetected, even if she was just crawling on her hands and knees, was no small task. But she was thankful that it was nighttime, and the near-silence that reigned helped her to focus on her movements, and to make sure that she didn’t disturb the rural tranquility around her. If she hadn’t been so focused on surprising Daniel, then she would have noticed that the persistent buzzing of the drones overhead was conspicuously absent this evening.
The earth beneath Emma’s palms and knees felt wonderfully soft and cool, and with each slow, deliberate motion towards the house, she felt the weight of her limbs making dents in the ground. She had a quick little flashback to when she had been a little girl on this same farm, trying to dig holes in the ground away from the rich earth of the sown fields. Aside from the plowed fields themselves, the ground had been quite hard…dominated by that tough red clay. Back then, Emma couldn’t have dug a hole more than a foot deep in an afternoon, with such an activity leaving her exhausted. But now, all she had to do was place her hand on the red clay and gently press her weight down upon it, and she left huge handprints that weren’t too far away from a foot deep themselves.
‘Guess a thing or two has changed,’ thought Emma, smiling to herself. She thought of the tracks she was making, and how Daniel would be able to see them the next morning, when the sun came up.
‘Aw, he’s gonna think it’s soooo sweet, how carefully I snuck up on him!’ Emma thought, with rising excitement. She was about halfway there already, and at this point, her heart was beating so fast from the thrill of sneaking around that she actually worried that Daniel might actually be able to hear her heartbeat as she got closer. Pausing for a few moments, Emma steadied herself, giving her heart time to slow down a little. She stared forward through the darkness, slightly downhill, towards the house. She was glad to see, from this distance, that the curtains of Daniel’s bedroom were still open. Although she wasn’t yet close enough to get a good view inside, she could see the vague outline of someone inside, probably sitting on the bed. Emma spasmed a little inside from pleasure.
‘Ooooo there he is!’ she exclaimed to herself, straining forward in the night to try and get a better look at him. She was still too far away, though, and so she continued crawling closer. A few seconds later, the house was beginning to look a lot smaller to her, and Emma had to remind herself how big she had become in relation to everything else.
‘Hmmm, getting close enough to where he’ll see me,’ she thought. ‘Better get down close to the ground to sneak up.’
Emma proceeded to lay herself down flat on the ground on her stomach. She felt a little silly, going to all these lengths just to creep up to Daniel’s window, but in her mind it was all going to be worth it when she saw the look on his face. Bit by bit, she started using her elbows and knees to pull and push herself along the ground towards Daniel’s window. It was amusing for Emma to realize what was happening — a 25-foot giantess slowly sneaking up on her childhood house in the dark to surprise her boyfriend…it all seemed so ridiculous, and yet Emma felt that what she was doing was super cute, and proved her affection for Daniel.
‘The lengths I go for him,’ she chuckled silently to herself, ‘Haha, I’m glad I haven’t lost my sense of humor, even though so many other things have changed….ooooh!’
She abruptly stopped crawling, because another little ripple had piqued up in her body, seeming to emanate out from the core of her bones. Was she having another little growth spurt? She knew that she had been growing at an increased pace the last week or so, after that huge spurt she had gone through in the barn with Daniel. Yes, there was no doubt…she could feel the dull electric buzz spreading to her muscles, and softly burrowing up her nerves to the surface of her skin. This spurt didn’t seem like it was nearly as big as the last one, but it was strong enough to where she noticed — it was more than the dull aches of the growing pains that she had already gotten used to.
‘Huh…of all the times I could be having one,’ thought Emma to herself a bit glumly. But a couple seconds later, she brightened up inwardly. Why was she feeling bad about this!? Nothing had changed — she knew she was getting bigger, and was going to continue getting bigger. So what!? In fact, as the warmth of the new growth started spreading throughout her body, she remembered that she was actually looking forward to getting bigger.
‘Gotta get out of these bad mental habits!’ she chided herself brightly. ‘This is who I am…embrace it, haha!’
A shiver of pleasure went through Emma’s muscles as she reacted to the growth, and she accidentally drove her elbow into the ground harder than she had intended. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she had just sent a noticeable vibration through the ground.
‘Daniel would’ve definitely felt that,’ she thought. For a whole minute, she lay quite still, about thirty feet away from the house, flat on her stomach (at least, as flat as she could lay on top of her large breasts). There didn’t seem to be any reaction to her mishap, though, and satisfied that she hadn’t been discovered, Emma continued crawling towards the house. Half a minute later she finally reached it. Her heart hammered away in excited anticipation as she slowly unfurled her huge body from its prostrate position and peeked her massive head up into Daniel’s window.
For about ten seconds she just stared through the window, unable to fully grasp what was happening. She had been shocked to see that Daniel appeared to be groping somebody on his bed…actually, he was hugging and kissing her. But that couldn’t be real…there was no way that this could be happening. Emma knew that her eyes were a little screwy, since she had been in the dark for awhile. She blinked a few times, steadying herself, but the scene hadn’t changed. Daniel and Daisy were starting to take each others’ clothes off…Daniel and Daisy were making out. Emma could feel her brow furrowing in confusion. For a few seconds, she concluded that, in fact, she had snuck up on the wrong bedroom, and that she was watching her mom and dad being intimate. She was having some weird brain fit or something, because that was the only explanation for why her mom and dad looked like Daisy and Daniel. But the scene kept on unfolding in front of her, and the longer she watched, the more it became clear to Emma that what she was seeing wasn’t just some mirage, or some mistake on her part. She was actually watching her boyfriend…make out with her sister. And it was two-way. They were both doing it to each other. They both wanted it. They both had their eyes closed, and they were both starting to haltingly pull and tug on the others’ clothing. Emma saw Daisy’s white bra exposed, and a moment later she saw the bare back of her boyfriend, as Daisy splayed her hands out on the skin, pulling him toward her on the bed as she fell on her back.
Emma started blinking rapidly in the window. A lurid, electric heat was beginning to glow like a furnace behind her face, and the heat from this new fire quickly overcame the warmth of her current growth spurt and spread like an inferno throughout her body. She could feel herself beginning to shake. Nothing much seemed to be happening inside her head. In an unconscious motion, Emma accidentally bumped her forehead up against the top part of the outside window frame.
Immediately, Daniel and Daisy whirled around in tandem towards the source of the sudden noise. Emma hadn’t realized it, but her forehead bumping the window frame had actually shaken the walls of Daniel’s bedroom. The two of them saw the eyes at the window, and they both yelled out, with Daisy’s scream rising up above Daniel’s with piercing intensity. She rolled over sideways and fell off the bed, and Daniel, bare-backed, with his pants halfway on, had started crawling backwards across the covers, away from the window.
Somehow, seeing the two of them react like that brought the reality of the situation home to Emma. Their reaction had been so normal — just like two people caught in the act of cheating would have been expected to behave. Any mental blocks or surreal obstructions to Emma taking in the situation vanished immediately. This was all real…it was really happening. And this fresh recognition opened up the floodgates in Emma’s brain, and her mind went blank with rage.
Without thinking, she drove her right knee into the bottom part of the wall under Daniel’s window. The wall immediately caved with a sickening crack, and the window shattered instantly. The raw sounds of Daniel and Daisy yelling now reached Emma’s ears with a new clarity, fueling her rage. And yet, even in the midst of her wrath, something in Emma’s head kept her from shooting her hand through the shattered window and grabbing Daniel…or Daisy. Something unspoken in the back of her mind told her that she couldn’t get hold of them. Because if she did, she would crush them. Instead, baring her teeth and starting to breathe out hotly, she drove her knee again into the wall…and again, and again, until the whole front part of the wall gave way and collapsed in a heap in front of her. Daisy was crawling backward on her hands and knees on the hardwood floor, petrified and unable to stand. Jim and Maisy had been running down the hall, and they had now burst into the room, which had only three walls now.
“Emma!!” Daniel screamed, waving his hands wildly in the air. He had sprung up from the bed, forgetting the physical pain that this caused him in the adrenaline of the moment. “Emma!! Emma!!! Stop!!! It’s not — we weren’t…!!!”
But Emma had stood up now, and the family watched aghast, through the destroyed wall, as she rose up out of view. They could only see her legs now.
“What’s wrong!?” yelled Maisy, clutching her husband. “Daisy, what’s happened??”
Emma didn’t know why she had stood up until she finally reached her full height. The roof of the house came up to the middle of her stomach, and her frantic eyes went over it, jumping crazily from the chimney to the spinning vent ducts of the air conditioner. She remembered that she had stood up to feel powerful, to rise up against what was being done to her. She grabbed the edge of the roof closest to her and pulled, intending to rip it off. But even though it creaked, and cracked, the roof itself remained stubbornly intact. She heard imploring, desperate screams and yells from within, but she didn’t register any of that anymore. She relented from the roof for a moment and turned her twitching, spasming face off toward the dark horizon. Emma couldn’t even stop to consider the curious lights were coming towards her in the sky.
‘I should just…run away,’ she thought, feeling an uncontrollable jerk of a sob well up behind her face. ‘He betrayed me…and she…she was with him…they were both…both…’
Emma couldn’t even begin to comprehend why all of this had happened, but right now, she felt another hot wave of blank rage coming on. She looked back down at the roof. It wasn’t coming off…but…
“Emma…at the window…” panted Daniel to Maisy and Jim as he got down shakily off the bed and limped towards them. “Saw us…me and Daisy…”
“Saw you!?” asked Maisy. “Saw…what? What do you mean??”
“We have…we have to get out of here,” Daniel breathed, forcing the words out. “Call…police…we need to AAAUGHHHHH!!!”
The whole family screamed out in terror as an earsplitting smash cut the air from above. The roof had suddenly started caving in right above Daniel’s bed. A second later, another smash shook the air, and Emma’s huge fist suddenly came punching through the ceiling.
“DANIELLLLLLL!!” Emma’s huge, doleful voice was crying out into the night, and the sound of its reverberating agony was scarier than anything else that was happening.
“DANIEL WHY DID YOU, WHAT DID YOU, WHAT…WHAAAAT!?!?” came the terrifying voice again, a crazed lament. Again and again, the massive fist came punching through the ceiling, widening the hole. The whole family cowered in the corner of the bedroom, paralyzed by fear. A moment later, Emma stopped punching through the ceiling only long enough to reach through the hole, grab Daniel’s entire queen-sized bed in her hand, and yank it up out into the night. The family heard the bed splinter and crack into a dozen pieces as Emma squeezed it in her hand. The destroyed fragments of the bed fell back down into the room, now nothing more than shards of wood interspersed with torn remnants of the bed sheets.
“What’s happened!?” yelled Jim over the din, hugging Maisy close to him. “What’s wrong with her?!”
“Let’s…let’s run!” cried Daisy, taking Daniel roughly by the hand and starting to run out the bedroom door, deeper into the house. “Come on, let’s go!! Let’s go!!!”
Daniel winced in pain as Daisy tugged him out of the room, and Jim and Maisy closely followed, even as they all looked up in awed terror at the damage Emma had already wreaked on the bedroom. They all felt like they were in a surreal nightmare, under violent assault from a colossal entity whose main source of terror lay not just in her size, but in her instability. Clearly, to Jim and Maisy at least, Emma had completely lost her mind — whatever disease had been tormenting her had finally breached all the way through to her brain, and they were all going to get crushed unless some kind of miracle help arrived. Daniel and Daisy, meanwhile, knew exactly why Emma was acting this way, but their knowledge did nothing to assuage their fear. If anything, their terror was enhanced.
Emma heard more confused yelling and shouting down in the partially-destroyed bedroom, and she stuck her hand in again, this time actually with the intention of grabbing Daniel. The mental restraint that had been holding her back before had quickly snapped as her rage boiled over, and now she just wanted him in her grasp. She wanted to see him squirm in her hand. But when she started feeling around for him, she got nothing. With her arm already stuck down through the hole she had punched in the roof, Emma wrenched her forearm back and forth, making the hole wider, and causing half the roof in the bedroom to cave in completely. They were nowhere to be seen. But looking down, Emma caught sight of the wisp of a nightgown fleeing off after a figure down the hallway, and she knew that they were trying to escape.
Looming up again, bringing her hand out of the widened hole, Emma raised her fist again and brought it down hard on the roof, over the area where she expected Daisy and Daniel to be fleeing towards. She made a healthy dint in the roof, and she felt the house shudder with the impact of her fist, but it hadn’t had quite the effect Emma had been hoping for. She wanted to punch straight through, to catch them running away. But towards the middle, the roof was more stubborn. It needed more force.
Emma gave it more force. Exhaling out loud as she bared her teeth, she punched down once, twice, three times more, until a big hole finally opened up. Her eyes flashed with triumphant vitriol as she looked down through the hole and saw both Daniel and *Daisy*? lying sprawled out across the floor, staring up at her in terror. Emma had no idea from her vantage point, but each one of her punches had sent shock waves crashing through the entire foundation of the house — through the ceilings, the walls, and the floors themselves. The entire family had been knocked off their feet, and lay cowering on the floor, their hands over their ears, trying to shield them from the earsplitting thunder of Emma’s fist.
But Emma was only focused on getting her hand in there to grab Daniel. She tried thrusting it through the hole, but her hand wouldn’t fit, and she ended up cutting it on a craggy, exposed rafter that she had split in half with her last punch. It wasn’t a deep cut, but it was enough to draw blood, which splashed down in a couple large drops right in front of Daniel.
“Oh…FUCK!” cursed Emma, yanking her hand back out and looking at the cut. “This is just…BULLSHIT!” She looked back down through the hole, and a renewed sense of rage coursed through her. Emma widened her stance as she crouched over the house. Taking two hands and grabbing both sides of the hole in the roof she had made, she screwed up her face in determined pain and pulled the hole in opposite directions as hard as she could. She felt the roof immediately creak and crack, just like she had felt before, but Emma was not going to give up so easily this time. She was not going to let him escape her. Her wrath would be known.
Inside the house, the family had been trying to struggle to their feet, but as Emma started pulling on the hole, another loud series of pops and cracks filled the air, and a shower of light debris began raining down on top of them. It was nothing short of terrifying to look up through the hole in the roof and see Emma’s wide eyes looking down at them, her mouth twisted up in stubborn concentration, as her face began to get red from the effort she was exerting.
“Emma!!” screamed Daisy all of a sudden, cupping her hands as she yelled into them. “Emma!! MOM AND DAD ARE HERE!!! Emma!! DON’T HURT THEM TOO!!”
Jim and Maisy turned to look at their eldest daughter, confused. But they didn’t have much time to dwell on what Daisy had meant. Emma hadn’t really heard what Daisy was yelling — she had heard a faint high-pitched kind of call, but the yells and screams of the family all were blending together for her into a single frivolous entity. She vaguely knew that none of them were happy with what she was doing, and that they were all probably asking her to stop, but she was not going to be prevented this time. Shutting her eyes and clenching her teeth hard, Emma bellowed out into the night, feeling the muscles in her arms straining and bulging as she strove with every ounce of strength she possessed to rip the roof off the house.
“She’s doing it…” breathed Jim, his jaw slack as he gawked up at his giant daughter. “She’s actually…gonna do it…”
“Holy…SHIT Daniel SHE’S GONNA GET US!!” wailed Daisy, clinging to him.
“W-we need to…get out…” panted Daniel, trying to struggle to his feet along with Daisy. “Get out…put distance between us and your par—”
*CCCRRRRRRAAAACCCCKKKKKK*
“YYYYUUUUAAAAAAAAAUUGHHHHHH!!” Emma screamed out again, straight up into the dark sky, as she finally managed to tear the hole asunder, spitting the entire roof in half as she literally pulled it apart. The rafters and beams split and splintered under her strength, and the whole family suddenly felt a cool flash of air on their faces as they were newly exposed to the nighttime air. Behind Emma, the family saw the night sky suddenly illuminated by dozens of artificial lights, and from the lights issued the rhythmic, slapping boom of engines.
But Emma didn’t see or hear all that was behind her. She was too focused, and too angry, to be paying attention to anything else. And in any case, her voice rose like a thunderclap above all the loud noises that were suddenly reverberating behind her.
“THERE you are!” Emma shouted triumphantly, pointing threateningly down at Daniel with her free hand, which had dropped a huge chunk of roof down beside the house. But as she pivoted her body to reach down and snatch him, her other arm, which was holding another large mass of decimated roof, whirled back and hit something hard. Emma wouldn’t have paid this much mind if she hadn’t simultaneously felt a number of sharp pricks penetrating her back. She spun around just in time to see the helicopter that she had inadvertently clipped with the roof fragment spinning off into the gloom, with the pilot only just managing to retain control before it crashed into the barn.
“What the — !?” Emma stammered, blinking in the sudden floodlight. It looked like there were about a dozen helicopters hovering in the air close by, all in formation, all of them with their harsh lights trained directly on Emma. She blinked a few more times, and for a couple seconds she considered ignoring them and going on with her business with Daniel. But the sudden sound of a loudspeaker reached her ears, and she knew that this…fleet…or whatever it was, wasn’t going to be ignored.
“Jackson, pull back! Pull back!!” barked the voice on the loudspeaker. “What’ve we TALKED about a dozen times — no one goes within twenty yards of her! Now Red!! Green!! Target three four five, around!! Around!!”
Emma watched as the lights quickly fan out around her. The pin pricks in her back were starting to feel numb, and a cool, almost pleasant sensation was beginning to emanate out from where it had initially hurt. Still clutching the piece of roof in her hand, she reached her other arm around to her back, and was surprised to find that her hand bumped into something thick and cylindrical. She grasped her hand around it and pulled it out of her back, holding it up to the light. It was some kind of…shot. Some kind of huge dart that had been full of some kind of liquid…but that was empty now.
“Release!! Release!!” cracked the voice in the loudspeaker. Emma heard some kind of swishing behind her, some kind of unfurling. The reality that she was being encircled…trapped…was slowly dawning on her. She turned around and saw, lit up by the floodlights, a wall of mesh…black mesh that was coming down from the helicopters hovering higher over her head.
Nets. They were nets. And they were going to catch her.
Emma turned back towards the front line of helicopters, fully intending on leaping in between them and running off into the night. But she found, when she tried to pivot, that her legs didn’t seem to want to move. And then, just as she realized this, she also felt herself falling…falling, falling, backwards, right into the soft embrace of the black nets that quickly enclosed themselves around her. She started struggling, clutching the bit of roof tightly in her hand, as she tried to will herself to throw it at the nearest chopper. But her arms didn’t seem to be working too well either. It felt like her entire body — from her neck down, at least — had been paralyzed.
“And down, and down!!” cried the man with the loudspeaker. “Eaaaaasy does it…to the ground!! Gently now…gently!!”
Emma felt herself being guided down to the ground. The helicopters had performed an array of swift and complicated maneuvers that had left her bound up tightly in the mesh nets. Her limbs were paralyzed, so she wasn’t able to even struggle. It was all incredibly disorienting for Emma, but frustrating too, because she knew that if her body had been working, she would have been able to tear through these measly little nets in no time. And then there would be hell to pay. But as it was, she had no choice but to just lie there in the net as it was humanely lowered down into the field…the field she had plowed herself a couple weeks before.
A confused din of noises, yells, shouts, and blares from the loudspeaker all muddled themselves in Emma’s ears. She was lying face-down, but found that she could still turn her head, move her eyes and mouth, and so on. But everything from her neck down wasn’t working. So many rushed thoughts were forcing themselves through her mind right now…so many, so fast, that she couldn’t alight on a single one. She was confused, wrathful, violated, vengeful, and scared all at the same time.
A minute passed. The helicopters seemed to have landed, and men in black were scurrying about. Emma could tell that a few of them were approaching her head cautiously. Did they have weapons drawn? Was this all in revenge for what had happened a week before!? Were they going to execute her?? At the same time, though, as these thoughts bounced around sickeningly in her skull, a kind of lightness came over Emma…a kind of cheekiness. So they wanted to harm her, did they? She’d show them. She thrashed her head as hard as she could in her bonds, and the men drew back. Emma felt momentarily satisfied with intimidating them like this, but the satisfaction didn’t last long. More men were assembling around her, and one of them, the one who had the loudspeaker, approached closest. Emma turned her head and was surprised to see that he was a younger man.
“Emma,” said Captain Casey, holding out his hands steadily in a calming motion, “Emma, I know what you’re thinking…this is all a terrible shock to you. But we’re not going to hurt you. You understand, Emma? We’re not going to hurt you.”
“Then who…who are you!?” Emma asked. She had been expecting her tongue to be sluggish because of the paralyzing drugs, but her speech was unaffected.
“You’ll see, you’ll see,” said Captain Casey encouragingly. “And I hope you understand why we had to take you like this. We just…weren’t sure how you’d react.”
“You made…the right call,” replied Emma after a few silent moments. It was crazy for her to look around and see all these tough, hardened army men staring at her…and back up slightly when she talked. Even in her current state, she couldn’t help but marvel at how tiny they were.
“I would’ve…smashed…everything,” she said slowly. She was starting to feel sleepy.
“Now, the anesthesia will be kicking in here in a minute or two,” said Casey quickly. “Don’t worry — we’ve got you, Emma. But I just need you to tell me one thing. Where we’re taking you…you can bring a visitor. Someone from your family to keep you company, you know? So you don’t get too lonely. Your family’s here, Emma. Which one of them would you like to bring along with you? It’s not forever, don’t worry. Just for a bit.”
Casey stood to the side, revealing Maisy, Jim, Daisy, and Daniel. They were wrapped in blankets, staring at Emma ashen-faced. Jim and Maisy looked terribly concerned, and Maisy was crying softly. Daisy looked hollow-eyed and traumatized. But Daniel…as Emma turned her head to look at him, she saw such pain and regret, such sorrow in his face, that it almost made her cry too. But then she remembered why he looked like that, and her face hardened. She felt herself getting angry again, even as the anesthetic started creeping into her brain. Hadn’t these special forces idiots even seen what was going on when they swooped in!?
“None of them,” Emma said flatly, looking straight at Daniel. His mouth opened slightly and closed again.
“None of them?” asked Casey, his brow furrowing. “I’m sorry Emma — did I hear that right? You want none of them to come with you?”
“That’s right,” said Emma firmly, her eyes not leaving Daniel. “I don’t need him…I don’t need any of them.”
“Ok, well…but are you sure?” asked Casey.
“Of course I’m sure,” said Emma in the same flat voice. “I don’t want him. He can’t come with me. He doesn’t deserve me.”
A few minutes later, she was fast asleep, and the helicopters carrying her fired up again and began to lift-off. After a few seconds of hovering her huge body a few inches above the ground, though, the three helicopters that were carrying her had to land again. They had underestimated her weight, and they had to attach net cables to two more helicopters before they could take off again.
“Good god,” muttered Casey to General Gerrick, who had been gruffly watching from the main helicopter the whole time. “She weighs over 3600…well over a ton and a half.”
“Remarkable,” nodded the general. His usual no-nonsense demeanor had been a bit shaken just watching Emma move, and hearing her speak. The mission had been a success, but what did they have on their hands now?
A few minutes later, Jim, Maisy, Daisy, and Daniel huddled up together, watching in stunned silence as the helicopters ferried away Emma’s huge, unconscious body, swaddled in the net, into the inky night.
Comments
Joyce Julep
Thanks for the comment Molly -- and yeah, we'll see...things are going to get reeeeeally interesting here ;)
I would have never imagined it would end this way. The fact that she was really only 25 feet makes it more mesmerizing. I’m glad she left behind her family because they only view her as a monster that has issues when it’s only Emma finding herself because of the circumstances. Maybe in the next chapter we will get more of Emma’s point of view of things and her being like her old self again : ).
Joyce Julep
Haha, well we shall see what she goes in for...how many guys out there can handle her? ;)
david
Emma needs a new boyfriend. She deserves someone better than Daniel.
