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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A few of the scientists had become nervous.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Emma…”

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

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

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

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

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

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