Jeri and Anna 2: Anna Loraine, Our Daughter

After Jeri and I had been married for two years, we decided to bring another life into this world. On March 23, our daughter Anna Loraine was born, 7 lbs 1 oz.

Watching a baby grow is one of the most amazing experiences in life. In a flash, she went from a small pudgy and uncontrolled newborn, to an inquisitive and quickly learning baby. Soon she was a toddler, darting around and getting into trouble, and then a little girl.

At first we didn't know if Anna would inhert Jeri's unique 'gift'. Although we didn't realize it at the time, the first signs were the couple times we found torn covers and broken slats in her crib come morning. The definitive answer came when Anna was five an a half.

She had seen a scarry part of a TV show, and wanted to sleep with us -- afraid of her lonely bedroom. Of course we made room for her, as we often had in the past. In the middle of the night, I was awoken by a nudge from Jeri. She placed her fingers over her lips to tell me to keep quiet, and then pointed down to Anna.

I wasn't sure what I was looking at, until I saw the cuffs of her nightie tight around her arm about half-way to her elbow. She was making small sounds, probably from a nightmare brought on by the scarry television show. Jeri and I looked at eachother and smiled, recognizing what this meant. Anna apparnetly had at least some of Jeri's unique gift. As we watched her sleep, she became more restless, and it became obvious that the nightmare she was having was becoming more active. Jeri shook her gently to wake her and settle her. Anna tossed her head around quickly and then opened her eyes. Jeri stroked her hair and spoke softly to calm her down and within a moment, I could see that her sleeves reached her hands.

- Jeri's childhood

Jeri didn't become aware of her abilities until she was 22. She was angry at her college boyfriend, having just found out he had been sleeping with another girl on the side. She's only told me the story once, and she seemed quite embarassed about it. She had gone over to his dorm room to confront him, having heard rumors and seen them together earlier that day. At first she was crying, asking him why he would do such a thing. However, he denied it, insisting that he didn't even know the girl Jeri was referring to. Listening to him hide behind his guilt changed Jeri's feelings of sorrow into feelings of anger. She pushed him down on the bed and began pounding on his chest with her fists and yelling 'liar' repeatedly to him.

His expression changed from that of smug complacency, to honest remorse as he removed his vail of denial. He reached out to stroke her hair, with only the words "I'm sorry." She slowed her pace, but was still angry, instead repeatedly asking 'why?'. She wasn't punching him, or intending him any harm, she was merely acting out her anger over his betrayal. However, his look of remorse began to change as he winced each time she struck him. He reached his hands down to calm her and stop her. "Why did you do this to me?" Pound. "Why couldn't you be honest with me?" Pound. "You could have just let us go, I would have understood." He was holding her wrists, and she looked up into his face. The look she saw was unexpected and didn't register at first. She reached her hand to his face, and when he shrugged away something clicked and she realized he was in pain.

No longer in her trance, her toes felt cold, and when she looked behind her, she saw her toes sticking out of her shoes. She felt his hands pushing at her waist, trying to get her off him. She hopped up and pulled away, and he curled around with his hands across his chest. She looked at her clothes. The top two buttons of her blouse were gone, the rest of them stretched and barely holding on. In between, she saw cleavage she would have died for at any other moment, pressed together by her now stressed bra. Looking down to the floor, her toes protruded an inch from her partially shredded shoes, and her pants only made it past her knees. She instantly became concerned, confused about what was going on. As she looked to him, she felt sudden concern, not intenting to have hurt him. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" She couldn't tell what was going on. Another chill went through her as she looked up for a moment and had a sensation that the ceiling was coming down on her. She reached up in a mock-attempt to stop it from falling, but it seemed to recede as her arm extended.

"I'm fine, please go," he said. She turned to the door and walked into the hall. Almost to the stairwell and nearly in a trance, someone she didn't know stopped her.

"Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?" She looked down and could see that her now loose fitting blouse looked torn and stressed, and her pants had a rip down her right hip. It wasn't as obvious, but the front of her shoes, as her toes were still cold.

"No, no. I'm fine." She pushed through the stairwell door and rushed home. By the time she reached her own dorm room, she had some idea what had happened, although she was riddled with disbelief. Seeing him the next day, it was obvious how bruised he was, and she vowed not to have another boyfriend until she better understood what happend. Through a combination of meditation, effort, and time, she was able to learn about her unique ability, and control it so that it didn't happen again.

- Anna's awakening

As Anna grew from a six-year-old child to a teenager, we watched carefully for any signs of trouble, but saw none. We had decided that her childhood experiences, having all happened in her sleep, were mostlikely her developing sub-concious exerting a protective reflex. We decided that it was best not to discuss it with her, so that she could become more mature before taking on the responsibility of her gift. However, we would later find out that Anna's awakening happened much earlier.

It was late spring, and she had just turned fifteen a few months before. Her freshman year in high-school nearly coming to a close, she had just found her first crush. Brad was a Sophmore, smart, sharp, and too busy with his friends to notice her much. She was a shy girl, the kind who quietly waited for the affections she wanted. She would make Brad little trinkets. One day she found him after school to proudly but innocently present one to him. "Here, this bracelet is for you."

He always accepted them, and hold onto it for a day or two, until his friends razzed him too much and it would end up in his locker. "Thanks Anna, that's sweet."

Someone pushed Anna aside from behind. It was Tyler, the school jerk. "More presents from the freshman. Dude, are you going to get on her or just keep wearing around these plastic bead things and looking like a tool." Tyler turned to Anna and moved towards her. "You know, you wouldn't have to make silly bead things for me. You're young, but you're cute. Stop waiting for this guy to wake up and lets go have some fun."

She had stepped back to keep his face out of hers, but she was now backed against the outside brick wall. A junior, he was about 5'10", 190lbs -- obviously from working out, not from too many twinkies. Good looking yes, but he had a bad attitude. Some girls went for it, but Anna didn't. Tyler obviously wasn't winning any points. Even though he wasn't out to cause any real trouble, Anna was 5'4" and 105lbs and felt very intimidated by Tyler's tough guy act.

"Go easy on her Tyler, she's just a Freshman." Apparently that was all the action Brad was going to take, him not sensing any real danger. Tyler, on the other hand, was in a mood to play. He stepped in very close, one hand on the wall beside her head, and moved his head close to her ear to speak to only her.

"Come on Anna. Every freshman wants to be going with a Junior. I've watched you doting over your man Brad over there, but he's out to lunch. I see promise in you, this time next year we could be prom king and queen." He slid his other hand onto her hip, not a threatening move, but one which made her uncomfortable none the less. "What do you say? Lets have some fun."

Brad was uncomfortable with Tyler's actions, but more uncomfortable with intervening. He turned the other way, knowing she would be safe enough with him standing here, but not wanting to see Tyler up close to her like that. He was starting to like her, and maybe he was even a little jealous that Tyler was the one making a move.

However, Anna wasn't merely the recipient of a teenager's flirtations. She was a shy and nervous person. Tyler was making her very uncomfortable. Her hands were pressed against her sides. She wanted to shove him away from her, but he was much bigger than she was, and she didn't want to turn discomfort into comfrontation. She became anxious. Tuning out his voice as she became frustrated in wanting him to move away.

Ironically, had she said 'no', or said anything, Tyler would have happily moved on. He was taking her inaction as deliberation -- his opportunity. He rubbed her hip, and continued his persuit. She saw his lips moving, but in her anxious trance she couldn't tell what he was saying. She wanted not to be there. She closed her eyes, her frustration growing.

Tyler saw her close her eyes, and extend her lips up to him. He wasn't sure if she was buying all this, but he felt this was as much of an invitation as he was going to get from the shy girl. He leaned in to kiss her, and she kissed back.

Anna had never been kissed before, at least not like that. Her eyes were closed, she was frustrated, yet her body reacted. She allowed him to kiss her. The relaxing pleasure of the kiss mixed with her frustration created confusion and she lost herself for a few moments.

Brad had turned around in the commotion, and saw the two of them kissing, Anna clearly not resisting. He was okay standing there to preserve her safety, but now he just felt like a louse. He started to walk away.

Tyler was finding this kiss much more pleasurable than he had expected. What started off as the kiss of the shy and timid girl he had expected quickly became more empassioned. As they kissed, he found himself leaning into her, coming into full contact with her body. Even for Tyler, this was quite a moment to remember. He didn't dare go any further, but he was certainly aroused by the feeling of her breasts pressing against him, and her tongue tossing and turning around his. The he felt odd, as his lips were drawn upward and her mouth left his. He was looking up into her face, her eyes still closed.

As the kiss ended, the passion of the moment turned into angst over having not intended to allow it. Her frustration already built up, she finally wanted to push him away, but she also wanted another kiss. She opened her eyes, and felt odd as she realized she was looking down at Tyler from above. She reached around him and pulled them together, locking lips. This time she was filled with intent, exploring his mouth and enjoying the feeling of him against her, instead of being frustrated by it. Maybe she was the bad-guy type, or maybe she was just a bad-girl.

Tyler didn't expect his silly moves to net such action. The last few times he tried anything like this has only gotten him stepped on or pushed away. Her arms wrapped around him and brought him to her, her tongue forcing into his mouth -- a pleasurable but rare kiss from a woman. A moment later, the pleasure of the moment was interrupted when he felt his feet leave the ground. His eyes opened in a flash, and his involvement in the kiss changed drastically, pulling his head away. He instantly felt very uncomfortable, and pressed his hands against her shoulders to get away.

Anna didn't want the kiss to end, but she wasn't sure she wanted Tyler anyhow. She opened her eyes, and as she felt him pushing away against her shoulders, she let go of her embrace. He instantly fell to the ground, landing on his butt on the ground below. Looking down at him, Anna caught a glimpse of something entirely different, her previously loose sweater top was stretched tight, the outline of her black bra clearly visible through the now elongated sweater holes. Her hands came to rest at her tummy, and she realized that her sweater no longer covered it.

Tyler hit the ground with a thud, and looked up to see an entirely different sight than he expected. Anna's previously knee length skirt looked terribly short. Her sweater was pulled up, the edge of it hanging straight down from her breasts. Her black bra was clearly visible underneath, and her hands were sliding up her tummy. She cupped them both and lifted them, and Tyler wasn't sure why he was getting such a show, or why he was so anxious to push her away. He decided that he should move fast and take her somewhere more private while the getting was good. He stood up, and realized that he was looking eye to breasts with her. Her breasts were jammed together, and her sweater having become nearly see-thru, her nipples were clearly visible above the cup of her black bra.

Anna wasn't sure what was going on, but she liked it. For the first time she didn't feel intimidated or shy, although she did suddenly feel pretty tired. When Tyler stood, she realized that he only came up to her breasts. He couldn't kiss her again if he wanted to. She reached out her hand to patt Tyler on the head, and smirked at him with a look of satisfaction. He instantly turned and yelled to Brad.

"Brad!" He ran in the direction Brad had been walking. "Brad, something really weird... she's a freak." Brad turned around to see Tyler running towards him, and behind him Anna was still standing against the brick wall. She was pretty far away, but somehow she looked much sexier. His sexual interest in her had only recently begun, but he could feel it growing. Was that the same sweater she was wearing before? She seemed much taller and more shapely. Tyler reached him and grabbed his shoulders, looking him in the eye. "Brad, she's a freak I don't know what she did, but something happened, and then..." Tyler stopped mid-sentence and then ran off towards his car, deciding that confiding in Brad wasn't the best thing to do.

Brad strode over to Anna. No, it was the same sweater, same outfit. He decided that he must have just been blind to her beauty before. She was a small girl who couldn't weigh even 100lbs, but she had it where it counts. "I don't know what was up with him. You okay?" She stared him right in the eye.

"You know, bad guys, all talk. I don't know what was up with him." She stepped away from the wall and towards Brad. "Tyler's not my type anyhow, but as brash as he is, he's not blind. Are you going to ask me out already, or am I going to go broke buying plastic beads first?" She said as she walked up to him, eyeing him intently.

"I guess it's time to step up. Anna, I like you, lets go out tomorrow."

"Brad, I've love to." Tomorrow was Friday, and there was no confusing it, this was her first date. She moved in and gave him a peck on the lips, pulling him against her for just a minute. "But now I have to go, I'm exhausted." She walked backwards away from him towards her car.

"After Tyler goes running, that's all I get?" Brad half-shouted as she backed away.

"You'll just have to wait until tomorrow," she yelled over her shoulder as she continued to her car. On the way home she considered what had happened, and while she wasn't sure how, she was sure that for a moment she had stood dwarfing Tyler. Anna was a straight laced girl, never took drugs, never drank, so the idea of halicunation was out of the question. She wanted to know what happened, but by the time she made it home, her head hardly hit the pillow before she was asleep.

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In the morning she changed clothes three times, trying to find something that she wanted to wear. All her clothes were so plain. She had always wanted to look sexy, but until the day before she didn't know what feeling sexy was. She finally settled on a black tank top and jean shorts, with a white button shirt over the top to comply with the school's "no tank tops" rule.

She couldn't stop thinking about Brad during the school day, and as you would expect she didn't see him all day except once. At the end of the day he stopped by her locker, his friends in tow. "I'll pick you up at 7," hardly stopping except to reach his hand around her waist and squeeze. She walked him leave, his buddies mock-punching him in the arm in some form of congradulations. Show-off.

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As 7 rolled around, Brad drove up to pick her up. He received a once-over by Jeri and I. He was very clean cut and sharp. I remember thinking that we couldn't have asked for a better first date for our daughter. Since we didn't know what had happened the day before, we had no idea what would be in store for him that night.

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She slipped in to the passenger seat, and immediately leaned over to give him a quick kiss. He placed his hand on her leg, and they drove off to the local kid-diner hangout. Some of their friends sitting around the place, it was hardly the romantic evening, but it was a classic first high-school date. They sat in a booth as far from their friends as possible, and chatted over a buger, club sandwich, fries and some drinks.

Back in the car, Brad was heading out to 'the spot'. Every high-school has one. The place where kids go to make out. Just secluded enough to be off the beaten path, but just public enough so their friends might see their cars there and know they were in the mix. "Where are we headed?" she asked, having some idea.

"Out to the bluff. There is a full moon out tonight which should be beautiful." She squeezed his hand, and massaged it a bit, plenty a sign of confirmation. The bluff was a nice spot along the coastline. It was only about twenty-five feet to the shore, but most of it was a sheer drop so it was close enough. There were trees lining the area, and proving some privacy from the road and others out that night. They walked out from the car and after a short walk to give them some privacy he took her right up to the edge.

Standing behind her with his hands on her waist, he talked over her shoulder into her ear. "Be careful walking around at night around here. Tonight with a full moon it's easier to see, but on a dark night you can go walking right off this cliff. Plus you never know who might be BEHIND YOU." He quickly poked in with both finger to startle her, and it worked. She quickly turned around and hugged him. Being afraid of heights, she must have pushed into him a little more than she thought, because they both landed on the ground while still in embrace. After a moment, they both let out a laugh about the silliness.

"And you never know who might be ON TOP of you." She said with more sass than he would have expected from the girl who brings him the beaded bracelets. He pulled her lips up to his and they had their first passionate kiss. They were both sincere and relaxed, enjoying the connection. After a moment they paused. "Maybe you want to lie that blanket out." He had carried a blanket out with them, but their incident left him laying on the dirty grass. A minute later they were both lying next to eachother on the blanket, and moving closer to resume their kiss.

Rolling and tossing, they had some silly fun kissing. They stopped for a while to look at the moon. "Beautiful isn't it," he said as he looked up at the moon. She stared up at the stars, and he stared down at her. He liked her outfit. The tossing around had left the front of her half-buttoned shirt wide open. The tank top was low cut enough to peer down between her medium-size firm breasts, and he wondered why it took him so long to see what was right in front of him.

He reached and pulled her closer to him, again embracing in a kiss. This time, he ran his hand down under her shirt, and found the bottom of the skin-tight tank top. He ran his hand up under it and along her tummy. This was a first date, and she was a freshman, so he felt he shouldn't push things. However, he was drawn to her and wanted to touch her.

She felt a rush of feelings. Excitement, arousal, discomfort, pleasure. She wasn't used to being touched, but she still liked it. She continued to kiss him as he ran his hands up underneath her tank top. His fingers slipped up and softly brushed over each breast, and then slipped down between them to feel her skin. Sliding his hands back out, he ran them down her back and just underneath the waist of her shorts. Then he slid them up underneath her shirt and tank top to her bra strap. She felt his fingers underneath her bra strap, and while she enjoyed being touched, she didn't feel ready to be getting de-clothed. He was fiddling around with the bra clasp and she was feeling uncomfortable. It reminded her slightly of the feeling from the day before. Of course she was enjoying herself, but she wasn't ready for this. Yesterday she answered by kissing back, and it seemed appropriate enough today. She pressed against him and rolled on top of him, his hands pulling free of her bra in the process.

She took his hands in hers and placed them over his head, dropping her hair down around his head. She lowered her lips down and kissed hard, probing into his mouth with her tongue. He was excited by her. He could feel her breasts pressing against him. Her kiss was firm and unusual. He was used to doing all the work, yet she was pressing her tongue into his mouth as much as he was pressing into hers. Having shifted away from her discomfort, she felt aroused, and rubbed herself against him. Being on top, she grinded her crotch against him, and she could feel him hard underneath her.

She continued, content that she had set the tone to keep the clothes on. Letting off one of his hands, he brought it to her breast and massaged it while they kissed. It was firm and nice, and he alternated between pressing against her tank top and running his fingers underneath the top edge of her bra. Opening his eyes, he could see flecks of moonlight between her dark wavy hair, falling over his head. He closed them again and fell back into the passion of the moment.

Her arousal was heightening, and despite not wanting to let him under her clothes, she felt pleasurable shivers when his fingers ran along the bear skin of her breast. Stretching herself out, she pressed her hips firmly into him and rocked herself up and down on him with her arms. She was wearing open-toed sandles and felt the cold grass between her toes as she rocked downward. Something shifted and he wasn't pressing against her crotch the way she wanted, so she shifted slightly sideways, grinding against his leg, and grinding her hip against his erect cock. He felt the shift and lifted his knee to give her something to rock against. They were both taken by the moment. She was enjoying the first pleasurable contact with a man, or in this case a boy, in her life. She wanted to grab him, squeeze him in, and make him part of her.

As he was sliding his fingers down underneath the edge of her clothing, he felt himself slide over her nipple. He turned his fingers around, palm side to her and rubbed harder into her nipples, which she apparently enjoyed, because he felt them stiffen. She was pressing hard into his leg, so much so that she had lowered it back to the ground. After a moment, she shuddered, and pulled away, scooting up to sit on his manhood. She moved around a bit, and lifted her head high to look up into the stars. She felt aroused, and great, and she really liked Brad.

Looking up, she was lit softly by the moonlight. He traced her body with his eyes. She unbuttoned the bottom of her white shirt, and he could see her tummy fully exposed. Her tank top barely extended to the bottom of her breasts, which he attributed to all their rolling around.

She placed her hands on her tummy, and again remembered the day before. Yesterday her sweater had been lifted away from her tummy. Now her tank top, which previously had extended to her shorts, was pulled up to her breasts. She ran her hands up her tummy, and found her fingers against her black bra, the tank top not even covering the bottom of her breasts. She looked down at Brad, and pressed her hands up into her breasts, squeezing them in show for him. Then she slid her hands down, past her waist and legs, and rubbed against his manhood. She had never felt a man before, and while she wasn't going further today, she was curious.

As he looked up, he was terribly aroused by her. She looked sexier. In the moonlight over half of her breasts seemed to be showing out of the cut in her tank top, both of them pressed firmly together. After a moment, of her rubbing him, she extended her arms and leaned towards him. To both of their surprise, her arms landed far above his head, and her breasts landed right on top of his face. He found himself looking right at the cleavage cut in her tank top, and as she had fell forward, her nipples had slipped up and out. He was perplexed about how this was, and felt a little strange, but the nipple hanging in front of his face was consuming all of his attention. He lifted his head up to suck it, and after a moment she lowered herself more against him.

As she fell, her hands contacted the ground. Brad wasn't where she expected he would be. However, a moment later she felt him take her nipple in his mouth, and the senstation was amazing. She leaned her chest down into his mouth to encourage him. While he continued, she lifted her head to look back at herself. She could see what was happening, and was reminded of the day earlier with Tyler. Her waist was at his, but her legs extended at least a foot further down. Her body had grown, and her breasts now hung right in front of Brad's face. If he was around 5'9", then she must be over seven feet tall right now! She felt his hands move up to massage her other nipple, and she was compelled to move and shift the other to his mouth. He took it in and continued pleasuring her. She wanted to know what was going on, but she wasn't about to stop the sensations to find out.

Peering back over her shoulder, she pressed her hips against his to feel him against her crotch, and she stretched her legs down as best she could. At first she wasn't sure, but in a moment she could see the space of skin on her lower back elongating, and as she realized how tight her shorts were becoming, she realized the front button had snapped off some time ago. She felt his lips leave her nipple, and looking back down towards his head, she realized it was because growing pulled them up out of his reach. Somewhere earlier her bra had snapped off her shoulders. Her tank top was now barely supporting her breasts as they threatened to fall out the top. Looking down at him, she had a better perspective on just how big she had become, as each of her breasts was now as wide as Brad's head.

Considering how bizarre this must be, Brad was pretty unfazed, but he didn't have the perspective she did. Deciding to let him enjoy this for a moment, she pressed herself down fully into him, her breasts pressing against his face. Excited by the possibility of her breasts surrounding him, she tried to get bigger still. After a moment, she wasn't making any progress, and in fact she felt herself becoming very tired. Lifting her weight off him, Brad's face was now above her nipples, and she could see that she was getting smaller again.

When her nipple pulled free of his mouth, he wasn't sure where she was going. As he looked up, he could barely see her. He was underneath her in the shadow of the only light source. However, she seemed impossibly big and wide around him. He could still make out the glints of light against her breasts, now hanging above his face, however, they were each huge, only a few inches from his nose. He was wondering what was going on, when she pressed down hard into him. As her breasts came down around his face, he felt her press down into his member. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he could feel her body shifting around on him, keeping him at full attention. After a minute, she seemed to be sliding down against him. With her breasts in his face, and her rubbing against him, he was at the edge of climax. He closed his eyes, and pressed up against her.

As she grew smaller, she could feel him pressing up against her. She sat straight up again, and slid her crotch forward and back on him, watching his face twisting in extacy. In a moment, his arms reached down to her thighs and squeezed, and she felt him motioning to stop. By the time she came to a rest, she noticed she had returned to her normal size. Her breasts hung slightly lower without the support of her bra, which was still in place but was not in the right place. She pulled her white shirt around her and buttoned it up higher than it had been before, just as Brad opened his eyes to her.

"Anna, that was amazing. I knew Tyler was screaming about something this afternoon, I just didn't know he was afraid of pure pleasure." She smiled at him, and in a moment she stood up.

By the time they reached her house, Brad was talking with the confidence of the world, and was asking when they would see eachother. Anna kissed him good night, and barely made it to her bed before she fell asleep.

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