The Brat, Chapter 7

Chapter 7

The next morning, Asher woke up in Eloise’s bed, gradually coming to. He instantly realized that it was well into the morning, since the warm sunlight was shining through her bedroom window straight onto his face. He closed his eyes again, still waking up, and his mind went back to the previous night...sex...lots of sex...good lord, Eloise really had seemed to be voracious in an entirely new way. And she had taken to riding Asher cowgirl-style, which, at her current size, was certainly hard on his joints. Asher moved a little under the sheets, feeling the ache in his muscles. But it had been worth it...GOD it had been worth it.

Asher rolled over in bed to feel for Eloise, and was surprised when he only touched a pile of sheets...cold sheets. His eyes opened completely now, and he saw that she wasn’t there, and that apparently she had been up for some time. Rubbing his eyes, Asher popped out of bed, his feet sinking into the luxurious carpet. It wasn’t at all like Eloise to wake up before him, and even less like her to get out of BED before him. Asher started wondering what could be up, and after using the restroom and throwing on some clothes, he went downstairs in search of her.

It didn’t take long. After passing a few of her servants and giving them a friendly nod (he had gotten pretty familiar with most of them at this point), Asher found her in, of all places, the living room, in the midst of a long, extended stretching session. Her legs were spread out wide, nearly to the point of her doing a split, and she had her arms high up over her head as she faced the window, with the morning sunlight streaming in. Asher could see that her face was shining with sweat. And, even as she was in this pose, the top of her head still came up to his chest. She was wearing a charcoal bodysuit that accentuated all her curves, and the stretching only further enhanced them. She definitely looked...bigger. And since her back was to him, she didn't see that he was there.

Asher paused, not knowing exactly how to proceed, and his mind again went back to the previous night. Not only had they had sex till the early morning, but they had also ended up drinking quite a bit as well. Asher was a bit hungover, and thought that he had gotten it a bit worse than her, seeing as how she was up already and exercising. He couldn’t help but take in the sight, the sun shining in on her in a perfectly angled way as she stretched her arms up in what he assumed was some kind of yoga pose. The body suit she had on fit her like a glove, which would probably have been the case even if she hadn't been as big as she was. He didn't want to disturb her as he came up closer, watching her larger body seem to hold its position with ease. Asher could tell that her growth hadn't stopped through the night, and, after all, why should it have, after what the doctor had confirmed yesterday? The news that Eloise was in the “one percent” of growers, destined for exponential growth, had really seemed to get her off, especially when they had gotten home, and she was able to tell everyone. Asher couldn’t forget that look of glad, almost fierce excitement in her eyes as she told everyone the good news.

Staring at Eloise doing her yoga now, Asher debated saying anything from behind, but for the moment he was just enjoying watching her big body move like it was. After a few moments, though, he realized that she would eventually see him standing there staring at her, and would be sure to chastise him for being a creeper. And so he stepped up close to her, looking down at her head, which was chest-high to him. For a moment, it reminded him of their old height difference. But then he shook off the memories and said, in a pleasant voice:

"You're up early for someone who put back two bottles of wine."

Eloise got startled and immediately fell out of her position, only managing to avoid a faceplant by a surprisingly deft floor-palm with both hands. In this position, Asher’s eyes were immediately drawn to her large ass, which was now sticking straight up into the air.

"What the fuck!?" she exclaimed from down below, and then, using her irritation at being startled as fuel, she pushed herself up onto her feet and turned, facing Asher with her hands on her hips. "Are you trying to make me tear a muscle?!"

From this position, with Eloise at her full height, looming over him, Asher found that he was staring straight forward into her neck. Her wide hips extended out on both sides of him, and, because of her skin-tight bodysuit, Asher could see how thick her thighs had gotten.

"I take my stretching very seriously, you know!” she continued crossly. “And who cares that I drank two bottles of wine? You had like maaaaybe one, and you were WAY drunker than I was! You were saying all kinds of dumb shit...about how big I was and how much you loved it, and something about how you were struggling with your masculinity or some ridiculous wine-talk."

Eloise paused to roll her eyes before continuing:

"Like DUH, you love my body now! I mean, just LOOK at me! You really should watch it with all that sentimental drunk crap, and I had to sit on your cock to shut you up."

Her ill-tempered disposition suddenly changed, though, as her eyes went down to his crotch, and a sly smile crept across her face, before adding:

"Well, at least THAT was working well last night!"

Asher stood there, unsure of what to say. The thud as Eloise had fallen was less of a “thud” and more of a “slam” as her full weight went to one side and the floor banged as her hands had met it. He had heard her groan in annoyance before starting to get up, her body creaking a bit as her larger weight slowly rose up. The height difference between the two of them from before was quickly and dramatically widened as she had stood up to her towering height. It all confirmed what Asher had suspected, that she had grown a bit again during the night. His eyes looked into her neck, and he suddenly felt tiny as she began to scold him for interrupting her workout.

"Hey, hey..." Asher had said, raising his hands up to try and defend himself, but she had just kept going. This had been something Eloise would have done when she was smaller, but now, as Asher found himself below her, with her looming higher, it didn't feel quite as cute as it used to be; it actually was a bit terrifying. And the way she was now smiling as she stared down at his cock…sure, it was hot, but it also made him feel a bit uneasy. She was just so…big now.

"I know...I know..." Asher said, wincing, remembering now as she brought up all the shit he had said in his drunken stupor. "I just was coming in to say good morning that was all..." He was hoping that his retreat would lighten the mood once again.

Eloise stuck her tongue into the side of her cheek as she stared down at him. Maybe it was the fact that he was hungover, or that his hair was all messy since he had just woken up, or that his clothes looked really rumpled since he just put them on, or...she didn’t really know. He just looked...really cute. Adorable, actually. Like a short little guy who had just stumbled into her and didn’t quite know how to behave. Maybe that was actually kind of true. He WAS pretty short, at least, compared to her now! She was over 8 inches taller than him! She had measured herself that morning and had been delighted to find that she was over 6'8! And Eloise was pretty sure that she weighed at least 60 pounds more than him too, especially after that breakfast she had just put away, god damn.

She blinked down at him and turned toward the kitchen.

"Sharon!” called out in an authoritative voice, perfected over years of barking orders, “Make Asher some breakfast! Same as you made for me!"

She looked back down at him and giggled, obviously enjoying what she was about to say next as she called back to Sharon again:

"Actually...make it half the size of mine...I don't think he could do a number on it like I did!"

Asher could already hear Sharon in the other room getting started before a little "Yes Miss Eloise" echoed down the hall. He wasn't particularly hungry, but considering his hungover state, he figured that he should probably eat.

"Oh trust me, I know my appetite is matching yours,” Asher countered, deciding to tease back as he gave Eloise a playful grin, “I saw the bill from last night.” He looked up and down her body, adding, "I like this bodysuit you have on, is this the one you bought a few days ago?" He suddenly noticed how much her ankles were showing...and, looking at her feet, he realized just how big they had gotten. Asher remembered that last night, she had made a comment after slipping off her heels, about how they weren't as comfy as she had liked, and had put her bare foot next to his for a bit, just to show the difference.

Despite his headache, as he beheld Eloise standing there now, still looking vaguely displeased at him despite having just ordered him breakfast, Asher felt a sudden surge of affection for her and asked:

"How is my 1% girl feeling this morning though?"

Eloise smirked down at him, giving him that knowing look that said that if he wasn’t cuter, then she wouldn't stand for that kind of teasing. Then she straightened up, stretching her hands over her head again as she completed the stretch she had been working on before, except with her now standing at her full height. She could see the amazement in Asher’s eyes as he saw how high she could actually reach – even though her mansion had 10-foot ceilings downstairs, it didn’t look like there was much room in between the tips of her fingers and the ceiling itself.

She nodded down at him, cockily enjoying how his eyes were going wide as he gawked up at her reach.

"Yeeeeah, pretty high, right?" she chuckled, "Measured it this morning....I can reach 8'11, just standing flat-footed. How about that, huh?"

She got greedy and tried to stretch up a little more, but then, a tearing sound ripped out into the air, and she abruptly lowered her arms, staring down at a big tear down the right side of her bodysuit.

Asher’s eyes had gotten huge as she started stretching again, her arms rising up above her head, her bodysuit pushing her larger breasts together as she strained up and up, way above him. His head wasn't too far from her clean armpit as she seemed to be trying for the ceiling...and when she had told him just how high she could reach, Asher had let out an audible “Hmpf…!” in shock. An 8’11 reach?! That was just insane. Asher barely bet that he could even jump that high, and she could just reach that height casually, standing in her bare feet?? He reminded himself that she had always been more flexible though – last night alone had confirmed that, even with all the added mass.

"Wow, babe...that is incredible...it won't be long before you can palm the cei-" Asher began, but he was interrupted by the sound of tearing...and then he saw the tightness of her bodysuit seem to loosen as he looked back straight and down before realizing what it was.

"Oh shit, babe…!” Asher exclaimed, looking at the side where it tore, from her armpit almost all the way down to her ribcage. “I think you might have put a little too much strain..."

Eloise looked down at him, giving him the side-eye before she examined the tear.

"Yeahhhh, like this is MY fault," she muttered sarcastically. She took a deep breath and gestured to the air in front of her.

"Okay...this is expected…” she continued very slowly and deliberately, “Totally expected...this thing was getting kinda tight anyway...like, look at how it's riding up on my ankles...I'm not gonna freak out...not gonna freak out..."

She took a couple more deep breaths, went over to a pile of boxes over in the corner, and turned back to Asher, a smile suddenly flowering across her face.

"Besides," she said brightly, "This is actually perfect timing...a ton of shit just got here from Ever-Pretty...Daddy express ordered it right away when he heard I was in the 1%. Nice time to try on this dress!"

Without warning, she stuck her fingers into the tear and promptly ripped off the bodysuit, literally tearing it off in one fell swoop. The next moment she was standing there in her black panties, and she could see that Asher was surprised she would just do this in the middle of the living room. But didn’t he even know her!? She literally didn’t give a fuck, especially in her own house. It didn’t take her long to throw on the new dress, and she did a couple turns to show it off. The dress itself, an elegant black, was actually rather loose...but it felt good for Eloise to let her body breathe a little.

"Aaaaaaand...." she added dramatically, opening another box and revealing a pair of tall black platform heels, "Time to try on THESE babies too!"

Asher had blinked blankly when Eloise had just ripped off her bodysuit – even the panties and bra she was wearing seemed like they were struggling a bit. When the new dress slipped on though, he thought it looked great on her. Although not as tight and form-fitting as the last outfit, it still looked good, showing off her longer-than-life legs. It was the heels, though, that had him sweating. He understood why: simply put, they looked beautiful and sexy. But the fact that Eloise was this big already and wanted something THAT high to just wear casually around the house...it made him uneasy. The doors had already started to give her trouble (they had confirmed this last night when she had bumped her head walking into her room). Asher could do nothing but wait as Eloise started to slip the heels on, just as Sharon was walking in to let him know that his breakfast was ready

After putting on the heels, Eloise rose slowly up, up, and up...until she was standing 3 inches taller than she was before, at just over 6'11. She didn’t waste any time striding up to Asher and putting her hands on her hips again, looming over him.

"Mmmm, now your eyes are BELOW my shoulders," she chuckled, ruffling his hair with her big hand...it was amazing how large it looked in comparison, and she quickly transferred her hand to his shoulder, feeling it, and testing it for size. Again, he felt smaaaaall.

"...Little guy..." she announced, biting her tongue from sheer delight, "I'm gonna watch you eat breakfast."

She led the way to the dining room, and Asher saw that she had to carefully duck down underneath the overhanging 6'8 entranceway, putting her hands on the top of the door frame and slipping through the opening. It was incredible – in her heels, it looked like she nearly filled the doorway entirely. Then, going into the dining room, she sat down in a chair opposite to where Sharon had laid Asher’s breakfast out, close enough to where she could reach his plate if she suddenly got hungry again. As she lowered herself into the chair, her knee bumped hard into the table, shaking it so much that a bit of Asher’s coffee spilled.

"God damn it!" Eloise muttered, rubbing her knee as she sank irritatedly into the chair, "Freaking table's way too low. Sharon! Tell Daddy to make this table higher – it doesn't suit me AT ALL anymore. WAY too low. That's the second time this morning!"

A minute before, Asher had stood still as Eloise had come close with her new heels on. The way she had told him where on her body he came up to wasn't meant as anything for him to answer; it was more like she was just making a comment to herself, as if he hadn’t even been there. Then had come her new favorite pet name, “little guy,” which, after last night's confessions, didn't really make Asher feel too bad...in fact, he had to admit to himself that he sort of liked it. Hell, he liked it a lot.

Now seated in the dining room, Asher had been about to start eating when Eloise had hit her knee, and all of a sudden the silverware was rumbling around. Asher had grabbed his coffee just in time, and only a bit had spilled out.

"Yes, Miss Eloise, I think your father is working on it," came Sharon’s voice, in a tone that sounded slightly different than usual – a lot more quick and hurried, in an effort to appease the big annoyed girl. Asher found himself wanting to look under the table to see just how low it was to her, but figured that would be too obvious, and so he started eating instead.

"I guess you're starting to get a bit too tall for normal sized things, huh?" he asked, innocently enough.

Eloise was playing with her fingers a little absentmindedly as she watched Asher eat...it was actually super-fun, when she remembered to focus on it, how much bigger ALL of her was getting. Everything was proportional, her fingers included, but it was like her brain was still playing catch-up to all the growth, and couldn’t believe how long her fingers looked...how big and thick her legs were...how wide her hips had become...or how big her ass was, especially when she sat down. Even looking down now, she saw that her ass was splayed out to the extent that it was filling the whole chair, and then some. Some of it was actually hanging off the end of the chair…on both sides, at that!

Part of her was annoyed that the chairs were so dumb and small, and not accommodating, but another part of her kind of liked how it made her feel like a giantess.

"Yeah, well..." she replied to Asher nonchalantly, staring at her fingers again, "There's nothing normal about me, so of course things just aren't gonna be up to my standards...business as usual, basically..."

She watched him eating his breakfast silently for a few more moments, and then she suddenly realized that he wasn’t going to be able to finish it all – 4 eggs, 4 slices of bacon, a huge glass of orange juice, a mug of coffee...like, who was she kidding!? Of course Asher couldn't eat even HALF of what she had! And so, without asking, she reached her large hand over and snatched a couple slices of bacon off his plate.

“Hey! What are you doing?" he asked, trying to muster up some indignation as he saw her start to chew it in just a few bites. He didn’t even know if she had done that as a tease or not, and wondered if she actually did just need some more food.

"I was going to eat that...." Asher added, not really pausing to think whether it was true or not.

"Pssssh, no you weren't," Eloise immediately retorted, chewing the bacon in a flash and swallowing it down. "You were slowing down, I could tell. Hey! No shame, right? Or is this another one of those masculinity things? Well drop it, mister – I ate 8 eggs this morning and 8 slices of bacon, and I'm STILL hungry.”

Her big hand spider-crawled across the table, and her long, strong-looking finger started stroking Asher’s hand, the one that held his fork. He felt his skin rise up in goosebumps as her hand slowly engulfed his, making it disappear entirely, as she added, smirking:

“Speaking of which...are you gonna eat the rest of those eggs?"


[The next chapter will skip forward a few days]