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Just for fun, Emma was scrolling through images of platform boots on her makeshift tablet as she lounged comfortably on her bed. She loved how she could lay back and spread both of her legs completely out against the plush mattress without even having to worry about her feet or toes hanging awkwardly off the edge of the bed. She sighed out pleasantly as she turned to glance at the afternoon sunlight, which was creeping up the snow-capped mountains through the open-air hanger close to her bed. Dr. Jeltzin had even hinted that an outdoor hike up the mountains was in the cards. Emma chuckled to herself; she had been so excited about the prospect that she had “whooped” out, causing a giant glass pitcher of orange juice to shatter on the food cart that was being wheeled in by four assistants. Her excitement had drenched all four of them in an orange juice shower.
“Hey!” Dr. Jeltzin had yelled in mock-indignation, “Where’s my girl gonna get her folate and potassium!? She just totally crushed that workout, and then you guys wheel in here and start breaking stuff??”
Emma had giggled in response, putting her hands over her mouth, partially in humor, partially in embarrassment at having caused the mess. But her trainer had a way of diffusing tension. She liked Dr. Jeltzin; he was funny and intense, and didn’t seem to take himself, or anything other than her workouts, too seriously.
She turned back to her tablet, continuing to scroll through pictures of all manner of tall platform heels. Dr. Bolton (Alison, as Emma knew her now) had extracted from Emma that she had once had special boots made for her, and special clothes as well, and that these things had made Emma feel, at least temporarily, at home in herself. Of course, that was then, and this was now, and Emma knew that she didn’t need tailor-made clothes or special boots to make her feel comfortable in her own skin. She was feeling better than ever about herself, either before or after her growth spurt had started. But her mentioning the special clothes had led to Alison proposing that they bring in Miss Bissett again, to fashion Emma some special garments, just for fun. Emma had loved the idea, and was eagerly, almost nervously excited to reunite with the sweet friendly French lady. Alison had wondered whether or not bringing in someone from Emma’s “past life” would set her off, or make her feel a certain negative way, but Emma had brushed these concerns aside.
“Miss Bissett was just…kinda off to the side, anyway,” she had told Alison. “She wasn’t like…family or anything.”
Periodically, Emma had flashes of her parents go through her mind, and maybe, just maybe, she was starting to feel a little bit like she missed them. Or at least, that she might like to talk to them. She had even asked Alison, two days before, if her parents were ok.
“Oh yes they’re fine,” Alison had replied, matter-of-factly, “They’re back living in your old house, with…well, with the other two.” That had put an end to that conversation.
‘Huh, I wonder…’ thought Emma, back in the present, scrolling through the platform heels, ‘These gladiator-strap ones…mmmmm yeahhh…those look sexy. I wonder if they could make those for me?’
There wasn’t any single moment that Emma recalled hearing the sound for the first time — the little squeaking had apparently been going on for a bit, and it was only after a couple minutes that she became gradually aware of the noise and looked up from her tablet, staring left in the direction of the sound. That same tiny boy, whoever he was, was still standing there, except now he was only 10 yards away from her bed. Emma narrowed her eyes and peered down at him to get a better look, and she could see that his little mouth was moving up at her.
“Are you…are you trying to talk to me?” Emma asked after a few seconds. She saw that the little guy was nodding his head vigorously, even as he took a few quick steps backward, apparently because he was overwhelmed at having been directly addressed.
“Hey, well…come closer, ok?” Emma said, making a beckoning motion with her hand towards him. “I can barely even hear you way over there.”
She watched curiously as the little man appeared to stutter-step a bit, before finally working up the courage to set forth, closing the gap between them. Emma’s eyes followed him steadily as he approached, and as he neared the bed she could see that his face was blushing a bright red.
‘Oh man,’ she thought to herself, ‘This little guy’s really scared of me…or something.’
“Are you lost?” she asked out loud, once the man was standing right next to the bed. Emma had rearranged herself on the mattress so that she was sitting cross-legged and arching her back forward so that she was looking straight down on top of him.
The man shook his head, blinking up at her rapidly. Emma turned her head sideways as she kept staring at him. She was trying to get a read on him, but it was difficult. He definitely looked nervous…or escort bursa was it excited? Both? Or was he just afraid? She really couldn’t tell. In any case, she still assumed that he was one of the scientist’s sons, maybe a teenager or something, and that he had gone through the wrong door by mistake.
“Here, let’s get you up here,” Emma said suddenly, reaching down and wrapping her hand easily all the way around the little guy’s waist. She wasn’t even thinking that this might freak him out even more — all she wanted to do was have a normal conversation, and the only way to do that was to get him up on the bed, where she could see and hear him clearly. Emma saw his eyes go wide as she whooshed him up onto the bed, and she reminded herself that she needed to be careful when picking people up, so as not to give them whiplash. As an unspoken rule, she didn’t really pick up any of the scientists who worked with her, but she had gotten to a point of comfort with Dr. Jeltzin where she sometimes put him on her shoulder after a workout, as she looked out at the mountains. Alison had sat in her hand a few times, during some of the more poignant moments of her talk therapy. But for the most part, Emma maintained a respectful distance between herself and the others.
This little guy, though, whoever he was, seemed different, and it was the most natural thing in the world for Emma to just pick him up and deposit him down on her bedsheets, right in front of her cross-legged pose. Even with Emma sitting like this, the top of his head barely even came up to her nipples, which were exposed to the open air. She was wearing one of her fuzzy white robes, which had gotten a little tighter and smaller on her in recent weeks, but it still fit her quite well. She usually kept it open, exposing her entire naked front to the air. Emma didn’t think anything of it at all — at this point, the idea of public nudity didn’t even figure in her mind anymore.
“So,” Emma said, resting her elbows on her knees and making a triangular tower with her forearms, leaning her chin forward on her hands, “What’s up, little guy? Where are you from? You said you’re not lost?”
“N-no…no I-I’m…I’m not l-lost!” squeaked the little man, again shaking his head vigorously. Emma felt her eyebrows crease a little together as a little spasm of a pitying chuckle went through her. This tiny man certainly seemed nervous. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that it must be because he had never seen anything like her before, but still…there was something unexplained about his reaction. If he had been so nervous, why had he approached her in the first place?
“Heheh, uhh…it’s ok,” Emma breathed down on him, her head rising and falling a little as she talked with her chin in her hands. She made a point to smile at him. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I just wanna help you, umm…you know…help you out.”
She blinked patiently down at him for a few moments, and she saw that he was trying to answer. He had opened his mouth a few times, but each time, it closed again. Emma suddenly realized that she hadn’t even asked the basic question:
“Hey! Uh, what’s your name?”
“A-Aiden!” the man answered, his eyes seeming to brighten up even more than they had been before.
“Aiiii-den…” repeated Emma. “Well alright Aiden — my name’s Emma.”
“I…I know,” Aiden said quickly.
“You know?” Emma asked, tilting her head curiously down at him. “How do you know? Ohhhhh…haha, ok, I knew it — you’re the son of someone who works here, right? Huh? No?”
She could see that Aiden was shaking his head.
“N-no…no I…I kind of…you know, work here, uh…too,” Aiden stammered, getting even redder in the face.
“Oh you do?” asked Emma. “Huh, well I’ve never seen you before. You work in the kitchen or something?”
“N-no…” stuttered Aiden. Emma could tell that he seemed to be working his way up to something, so she just stopped talking and waited patiently for him to speak. Her eyes scanned his little body up and down. He looked even smaller than most of the other ones, even though it was hard for her to tell, being so much bigger than all of them. Dr. Clinebell was the tallest, and Dr. Jeltzin was the biggest, but this guy…Emma wondered whether he was actually even smaller than Alison.
“Y-you’re so beautiful!” Aiden suddenly sputtered, his little chest heaving with the effort of the exaltation.
Emma blinked, taken aback. Sitting there cross-legged, with her chin in her hands as she looked down on this odd, awkwardly little fellow, she suddenly got the uncanny sense that she wasn’t speaking to a person at all. Her brow furrowed slightly as she stretched herself up higher in her pose, again turning her head slightly sideways to look down on him. Was he for real!? His halting speech…and the way he barely seemed to be able to hold himself together…Emma contended with this strange thought in herself that Aiden, whoever görükle escort (or whatever) he was, had been sent with some ulterior purpose in mind. Some kind of tiny robot to give her compliments!? She couldn’t really be sure. In any case, he didn’t have on one of those white coats, and he certainly didn’t command anything close to the same authority that the others did, so what happened next seemed only natural to Emma, and she didn’t even really think twice about it.
She adjusted her chin, propping it up entirely on her left hand, as she extended her right hand out toward Aiden. A moment later she was, for lack of a better term, “feeling him up,” probing her fingers up and down his little body, testing his little arms and legs, gently squeezing his tiny hands in between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing the pad of her pinkie across his cheeks, over and over, and even snaking a couple fingers behind him to lightly pinch his little butt. Emma barely even noticed Aiden’s clothes; as she felt him up, they ripped and tore easily with her slight movements, particularly his shirt. After a few moments, Aiden’s shirt was in tatters, and it looked for a second like Emma might insert her pinkie finger down his pants. But she pursed her lips, choosing instead to simply squeeze and prod Aiden’s butt and thighs without ripping off his pants. To Emma, it didn’t really matter much either way, whether or not this little guy had clothes on or not. At first, she still wasn’t sure that he wasn’t fishy, but after a solid minute or so of curiously probing his body, she became satisfied that he was, indeed, a real person.
“Huh, thought you might have been some kind of a…heh, well I don’t know,” murmured Emma, withdrawing her hand back, again propping her elbow up on her knee and settling her chin back down on her two hands. She was still blinking in puzzled wonder at Aiden, though, because he was continuing to act strangely. While she had been probing his body with her fingers, she hadn’t been paying much attention to his face, any more so than any other part of his body, but now that she was taking him all in at once, her eyes started studying his expression. Aiden’s eyes were closed, and his mouth was open; his little palms were also open at his sides, and although his body looked totally still at first, upon closer inspection, Emma saw that it was trembling. He looked almost like he was in pain, but Emma knew that he couldn’t have been — she had been quite careful not to damage him, even if she had accidentally ripped his shirt off.
“Ohmygod,” whispered Aiden, opening his eyes slowly to look up at her. “Ohmygod…ohmygod…”
“What’s wrong?” asked Emma, puzzled. The care that she had taken not to hurt this little guy reminded her that she had been meaning to file her nails. She leaned back on the bed, and shimmied her butt back and forth, stretching 10 yards behind her to get to the night stand, where her two-foot nail file was lying. A moment later she had whipped herself back up into a sitting position to file her nails, and she blinked curiously when she saw that Aiden was struggling to stand back up. Emma hadn’t meant for it to happen, but when she had leaned back, the force of her body on the mattress had sent Aiden crumpling down.
“N-nothing…nothing’s wrong!” he cried, finally righting himself back up on his two feet. “It’s just s-such…such a…a thrill to be speaking to you!!”
“Huh,” muttered Emma, cross-legged again as she filed her nails, still staring down at this little novelty with puzzled curiosity. “Ok.”
A few more seconds passed by without anyone saying anything. To the scientists who were eavesdropping on the interaction, the silence seemed tense and awkward, but in reality, it was anything but. Aiden was far too enamored to feel awkward, and the fact that he was tongue-tied did nothing to prevent him from feeling that, of all places on earth, he was right where he wanted to be. Emma, for her part, didn’t feel the least bit awkward either. Why would she? This curious little thing was speaking to her, or at least trying to, and she was at least mildly interested. She still had no idea where he came from or what he was doing there. And anyway, it was a lazy Sunday — it wasn’t like she had anything to do or anywhere to be. She had been meaning to file her nails into sharp points anyway…she had been feeling pretty fierce recently, in the positive girl-power way that was wonderfully fueled by Dr. Jeltzin’s increasingly intense workouts. She felt strong, and she wanted to have claws.
“H-How…how’s your growth been?” asked Aiden after a few more seconds of silence. Emma glanced up from her nails at him, and he backed away just a little. Even though he was in heaven right now, that didn’t mean that his instincts weren’t functioning. Looking up from her sharpened nails, she did indeed look fierce, completely unintentionally.
“My growth?” asked Emma, her eyebrows going up. Suddenly she felt even bigger next to him. The fact that he had just brought up her size underscored the enormity of the difference between them. She blinked down at him, and felt something twitch inside her mind…and then she felt herself smiling. What was this little thing getting at!? He seemed to have some kind of an agenda, even though she couldn’t quite figure out what it was yet. But in the meantime, she had to admit that he was pretty cute, just standing there, staring up at her all starry-eyed.
“Y-yeah!” Aiden exclaimed, his face now completely scarlet. “Y-you’ve…you’ve been getting bigger recently, h-haven’t you!?”
“Well I don’t know,” Emma remarked wryly, casually blowing off her nails and suddenly lowering her huge hand down, until it was splayed out directly next to Aiden on the bed. She tilted her head to the side in mild amusement as she regarded the comparison. Her pinkie finger was almost touching the little guy’s foot, and the rest of her hand was spread out gigantically against the sheets — Emma had made it a point to spread her fingers out wide, just to have a little fun with the comparison, and she couldn’t help but smile when she saw that each of her fingers were thicker than his arms, and nearly as thick as his little legs. And her wrist and forearm…together they may as well have been a medium-sized tree trunk compared to him. The little man’s eyes went wide, and he stared up the expanse of Emma’s bare arm, his mouth open in wonder.
“You tell me,” she added meaningfully, arching her eyebrow down at him impressively. “How much bigger do I look now, compared to when I got here, huh?”
Aiden was completely transfixed; he couldn’t even make a peep of a response. All he could do was stand there, trembling in unabashed awe, gawking at the giant arm next to him. Emma felt a bubble of something like humor welling up inside her. This little thing may have been lost or confused or…whatever it was that was going on with him…but she had to admit that he was kind of precious. The way he was responding to her had puzzled her at first, and maybe even put her off a little bit. But now that she had figured out that he really was starstruck by her, Emma didn’t have much trouble enjoying herself with him. She wiggled her fingers a little, gently drumming them on the bedspread, even deigning to brush his tiny feet with her pinkie, out of a curious playfulness. Aiden was inhaling and exhaling sharply, and Emma knew now that it wasn’t because he was afraid — it was because he was excited.
“Heheh, you’re a funny little thing,” murmured Emma, still teasing Aiden’s bare feet with her pinkie. It was amazing for her to experience the tiny man up close, comparing her body to his. All of the other interactions she had been having were strictly pragmatic, and therefore didn’t leave much time for these kinds of relaxed, casual comparisons. Dr. Jeltzin was “all gas, no brakes,” as he was fond of saying, and Emma spent most of her time with him pushing herself to the physical brink with her workouts. She and Alison passed their time engaged in deep, personal conversations about her own mental health, and how she was coping with her condition and her alienation from everyone she had been close to before — these were intense meetings, and even though Emma would sometimes notice this or that about the size disparity between herself and Alison, at this point she barely noticed it at all. Dr. Ossford and the others were friendly enough, but they were still all business…until now, Emma hadn’t really realized how much she had missed light, casual interactions. And now that she was having one, she felt amused, and even a little giddy.
“What are you, anyway?” she chuckled.
“I…I’m Aiden,” the ogling young man choked out. His cock was rock-hard, tenting his pants, but Emma was so high up, even sitting down on her bed like this, that she hadn’t even noticed. She was too busy playing around with his feet, nipping at his heels with the crooked pad of her pinkie. His little bare chest had gone red, so red that it was making Emma blush a little herself.
“Heh, silly,” she muttered, smiling down at his little body, “I know that…” She had started to play a little rougher with her pinkie, to the point where she was making him stumble in place. Again operating on pure instinct despite his awe, Aiden backed up, but Emma immediately latched her pinkie around his ankle.
“Gotcha,” she murmured, and then, to amuse herself further, she pivoted the rest of her hand up, extending her forefinger gently but firmly out, catching him harmlessly in the bare chest. She was careful not to hurt him, but the inexorable force of her fingers was too much for the little man to bear, and he toppled over backwards onto the bedspread.
“Heheh, whoooops!” laughed Emma softly, almost to herself. She raised her hand up over the tiny man and spread her fingers out wide, making her hand look as big as she could. She didn’t really know what she was doing…she was just fooling around…having some fun. Subconsciously she reminded herself not to be too rough, and not to be too playful. Maybe this was Dr. Clinebell’s son or something…but somehow, she doubted it.
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