Emma's Growth Spurt, Chapter 35, Part 1

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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.  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-sleeve” cat shirt (which was certainly not “long-sleeve” 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 he 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,” rumbled 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 furor of his longing made it all the more powerful.  His eyes flitted to her breasts, and he saw that her nipples were straining up as high as his shoulders now, even taller than before.

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.