The Brat, Chapter 13

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Chapter 13

At least the stuffy old ballroom got good light, otherwise Eloise didn’t think she’d ever bother going in there anymore. The servants had pulled up all the blinds and cleaned out all the dust, since no one had really been in there in, like, 9,000 years, since her grandparents hosted that last A-lister ball before the economy crashed...or maybe it was after the economy crashed, lol anyway...Eloise had to admit that she did like the smooth marble floors, but Daddy needed to get all that new furniture delivered there, pronto. The delivery people had told her it’d be there in 6 hours, and it had already been 2, so she was starting to tap her foot.

At least she had some oversized dolls and action figures to play with. Everyone had looked at her like she was crazy, but she wanted to play with toys again, so what!? It was lonely being there all by herself. So, of course, she had called Asher up, since playing with him was so much better than one of her dolls or action figures. She had a big Luke Skywalker...and a Boba Fett too! “Big” for a normal person, at least. They were both around 2 feet tall.

Part of her wondered what was going on, since she hadn’t liked playing with toys for years. But she kinda just didn’t give a shit why she felt the way she did. The important thing was that she DID feel like this, and people needed to just deal with it and get her what she wanted.

She was sitting down about half an hour later when she saw Asher come in, and she threw her arms out, spreading them wide as she beamed at him.

“THERE’S my favorite little toy!” she called, flexing her fingers toward him eagerly, “Come on...come to me!”

A few minutes before, some of the other servants had led Asher down the hallway, to an area of the house he had never even been to. They all had seemed nervous as they got closer, but Asher decided not to ask why. After the official confirmation of Eloise’s diagnosis, it had been all hands on deck at the mansion. Her dad had been calling every connection he had to make adjustments that needed to be made, but even then it didn’t seem like it could happen fast enough. The last few days, from what Asher had heard, her growth had REALLY taken off.

As they got closer to the room, Asher could hear Eloise in there thumping around. They were standing outside the door, and even here, he could literally feel the floor shaking beneath his feet. The servants had gestured to the cracked door, nodded at him, and quickly scooted off, evidently not wanting to linger around any longer than they needed to. Asher stepped up to the door and silently pushed it open…and there she was, seated in the far edge of the huge ballroom, in the corner. Her clothes seemed to be fringed around her, more accoutrements than actual clothing…and her shoes almost looked like they would burst at any minute. Why was she still wearing them!?

But her eyes had locked onto Asher, and before he could say anything, the door shut behind him.

“Favorite little toy?” he repeated with an uneasy smile, walking closer, realizing as he did that, even though Eloise was sitting on the floor, he didn’t need to crane his head down much to meet her gaze. In fact, when he was actually standing in front of her, he thought that they were almost perfectly aligned.

“What is this?” he asked a little shakily (she looked soooooo huge, every part of her, and he felt like he needed a quick distraction), staring at the giant “doll” of Luke Skywalker.

“So you, uh…you actually like Star Wars, then?” Asher asked, remembering that she had scoffed at him a few months before when he had tried to get her to watch it with him. He seemed to recall her uttering the phrase “nerdy turdy horseshit.” It was hard to forget that one.

“Duh, of course I like Star Wars!” she laughed, still beckoning Asher to come closer as she tossed her action figures aside, with them clattering down on the floor to the side, making him jump.

‘What the hell was all this jumpiness!?’ she thought, holding her irritation in check just because she was so happy to see him, ‘Asher’s jumpy, the servants are jumpy, Sharon's jumpy...hell, if Daddy were here, even he'd probably be jumpy too!’

“I mean, I haven't really thought about it for years,” Eloise continued out loud, feeling the paradox of her annoyance wash over her as she smiled warmly. “But I don't know, having these action figures is pretty cool...plus how do you like my new doll, hrmm?”

She held up a blond, pigtailed little girl doll in overalls, barefoot, with a straw hat on, like she was going fishing out in the country.

“This is Nancy,” Eloise informed Asher, holding the doll out to him, realizing that she was over half as big and tall as he was. She extended Nancy’s hand, indicating that Asher should shake it. Just then, though, a pain shot through her right foot, and she grit her teeth and kicked her foot in anger, splitting the shoe completely and sending it flying off into the wall, where it left a big dent.

‘And agaiiiiin, he’s so jumpy!’ thought Eloise again, inwardly rolling her eyes at Asher’s antics. He HAD to be kidding around.

“Ugh, FINALLY,” she breathed out, flexing her toes in the free air, “Shoulda done that a while back. You know what, fuck it.”

She suddenly did the same thing with her other foot, sending the split shoe smashing into the wall and leaving another dent.

“What are these walls made of, paper mache!?” Eloise laughed, shaking her head as she re-adjusted her white crop top, which was already starting to get tight, above her pink Balenciaga soffes, which also seemed to be on their last legs already. She was almost positive that she had heard the ass start to split like an hour ago, but she hadn’t stood up since then, so who the hell knew what was happening.

“Come on, come onnnn, shake her hand!” she laughed, quivering Nancy’s hand at her boyfriend.

“Oh...well hello...Nancy…” Asher managed to say, deciding that it was best just to play along as he bent down to shake the doll’s hand. He saw her face wince and then heard the snap of her shoes, her toes extending out by a good few inches before she kicked it off to the side.

“What the hell…” Asher said, just as she did the exact same thing to the other shoe. He watched as she squirmed around in place, adjusting her shirt, her legs and body seeming to move so much just to get comfortable.

“Babe, are you okay…?” he asked, but Eloise had ignored him and kept insisting...so he went back to humoring her.

“Hello, Nancy...uhm, nice to meet you,” he began again, feeling a bit ridiculous as the words came out of his mouth, “But I came here to see my girlfriend, so…can I talk with her instead?”

He glanced back at Eloise, as if to say ‘Can we wrap this up?’ and he hadn’t noticed that their eyelines had basically become even since her footwear destruction…and she was sitting down.

“Aww don’t worry, Nancy,” Eloise cooed to her doll, turning Nancy back toward her and pouting in her face, “My boyfriend can be so rude sometimes, especially when he feels like someone else is taking his place.”

She peered around Nancy at Asher, watching him roll his eyes, and part of her suddenly wanted to keep playing doll-y until she actually made him angry enough to stomp out of there. She didn’t know why she had that urge...and she seriously thought about entertaining it for a moment...but then she decided, oh what the hell, it was probably better not to go down that road. Besides, it would be so much more fun to play with Asher anyway.

“So how’s it going?” she asked abruptly, tossing Nancy away as she grasped his arm and pulled him toward her, giggling as he stumbled into her chest. It was crazy – she was sitting on the floor, but she thought that still had him heightwise by, like, an inch.

“Hold up!” she exclaimed, pivoting around, pulling her body up into her again as she forced him to stand straight, with his back to hers. “Yep...just like I thought...taller than you...sitting DOWN, Asher...damn!”

She spun him around and just sat there, grinning at him, even as she felt the sweat trickle down her forehead as her bones started flaring up again. Another spurt...she was going to have to stand up here in a sec...

“Come on, say something!” she laughed, feeling oddly manic in the midst of her aching pain, “Otherwise we’re gonna have to wrestle! And you know how THAT will turn out!”

Asher hadn’t even had time to say goodbye to Nancy before Eloise had pulled him into her grasp. Cuddling up next to her, he had felt their foreheads against each other, her head now so much bigger...and so warm. God she was warm…hot, even. Did she have a fever!?

But Asher didn’t have any time to ponder this, because he had suddenly felt his body move as Eloise pushed him against her back...and that was when he realized that her head was actually slightly higher than his…and she was sitting down. He had wanted to say something, but he had seen how much she was sweating, and also how her huge hand had gone down to her thigh, pushing down on it, like she was trying to soothe an ache.

“Uh, I…how…how are you doing?” he asked, feeling a bit lame as the words escaped his mouth. She was this huge, vivacious bundle of energy…almost too much energy…and here he was asking run-of-the-mill questions. But they came from the heart; he truly was concerned about her, and wanted to know how she was feeling.

“Is everything okay?” he added gently. He was hoping to somehow stave off her inclination to wrestle him, since there was no way that was going to end well.

Eloise suddenly swallowed, feeling a wave of something like nausea pass through her, but at the same time she could feel her skin tingling. Maybe she was imagining it, but she was pretty damn sure that she could feel her muscles literally growing in real time. The nausea was supplanted almost instantly by a sudden wave of giddiness, and she cracked a smile at Asher, wiping the sweat out of her eyes as she started laughing.

“How am I DOING?” She kept laughing. She didn’t know why, but the question just seemed too funny. She reached out with a massive hand, pushing him back to give herself room to stand up, and accidentally shoved him over completely in the process. But that was okay; he hadn’t fallen hard. With Asher flat on his back on the marble ballroom floor, Eloise slowly stood, rising up, up, up, to her full height, which was like 9’2 or something, she couldn’t remember anymore. Asher had struggled to his feet now too, with his eyes staring straight into the middle of her exposed stomach, with her belly button at his chin.

“Fine!” Eloise exclaimed, still laughing, spreading her arms out all the way up to palm the 12-foot ceiling, “Everything’s just fine!”

—————————A few days later——————————

Eloise was starting to get really sick of all these servants buzzing around her like little insects, all...the....freaking...time. Like, she knew they were measuring her for new clothes, but Jesus Christ COME ON! How long did it take to do a few simple measurements?? And they were all so nervous and stuttering and apologizing and she was just laying there straight out on the floor like a fool, waiting for them to finish. Daddy needed to hire some more competent people, like, seriously. He had told her earlier that morning that she was in a bad mood because she was hungry and... well maybe had been kinda right, but who’s fault was that, huh? The cooks knew that she was on this growth treatment, so why couldn’t they cook enough food for her? She had lost count of how many helpings of breakfast she had downed that morning...until Daddy had to come in himself and tell her that they were out of food, but that he had dispatched someone to the store. She had just sat there on the floor (she couldn’t sit in chairs anymore, go figure), with her legs splayed out like a giant fucking puppet, and she was like, “You have to be joking...this is a joke, right?” And Daddy was like “No, no joke...just...here, let’s have them measure you for some new clothes while they go get more food!”

‘Real clever, Daddy, REAL clever,’ Eloise thought, rolling her eyes later as she lay on the floor, ‘Thinking he can distract me with that. Maybe he did a little. Still, though, I didn’t sign up for this growth treatment so I could be surrounded by a crowd of miniature idiot servants who tiptoe around me like I’m radioactive. If they were doing their jobs right, then maybe they wouldn’t have to worry about me throwing stuff at the walls, huh? And it was only that one empty plate, anyway...kinda shocked at how it just sort of...exploded when it hit the wall. Never mind, point being they need to HURRY UP and get me measured, or else I’m gonna have another little, uhm, conniption, or whatever weird word Daddy was using last night.’

Eloise’s thoughts began spiraling in on themselves, as they so often did these days, and she thought of Asher. Daddy had also told her that her boyfriend was on the way, so that was nice...she could look forward to that. Asher had been busy for the last couple days.

‘Pssshh, busy doing WHAT?’ she thought to herself, ‘What’s more important than seeing ME?’

She was going to badger him a little bit when he came in, but for now, one of the servants had just pulled the tape measure around her hips and told her that they were 66 inches!? LOL what?? And that was two inches more than her bust. What was her waist again? 44? Damn, if she had been her old height, she’d have totally been fat! But at her height now...like 10’2...it looked fucking AWESOME on her.

But Eloise could feel herself really starting to lose her patience again as the servants just kept measuring, measuring...meaaaaasuurrrrrrringgggggg....but then she heard the door open at the far side of the Ballroom (she was still calling it that, even though she had heard one of the servants call it the “Containment Room” a couple days ago...needless to say she was no longer employed), and...voila! Her boyfriend had finally shown up.

“THERE you are!!” Eloise cried, abruptly sitting up, scattering a couple of the servants, maybe even knocking a couple down...she didn’t know...didn’t care, “So you actually DO want to see me, huh?!”

A few minutes earlier, the servants had let Asher into the mansion and given him the rundown:

“She's a bit cranky right now, we don’t know if it’s just that she hasn’t eaten or because she’s getting too big. Just be a bit cautious okay? She’s been complaining about her aches and we aren’t quite sure when that will stop, and it’s, uh…it’s making her pretty erratic.”

A few servants scurried past with boxes of empty plates, and…old fabric...oh wait that must have been old clothing.

“Yeah, no don’t worry I get it,” Asher laughed to the servants as they walked down the hallway, “It’s my girlfriend, I know how she acts.” The servants weren’t laughing.

Asher was remembering how they had left each other...the way Eloise...well...had treated him as a toy. It was all in good fun, of course, but he couldn’t deny, after thinking about it more, that it had been downright weird. It had given him a bit of pause. After that encounter, he felt like he had needed to clear his mind a little with other things, like work. It went without saying, though, that he couldn’t stay away for long, and when Asher walked into the ballroom, the rumble of Eloise’s voice, combined with how much bigger she had gotten in just a few days…it shocked him. One of the female servants who had been measuring around her neck, had been jerked up and almost fallen when Eloise had abruptly sat up, but luckily the servant was just a little shorter than Eloise was sitting down. She had to be about 5’7, if not a little taller.

“Now why do you think I didn’t want to see you?” Asher replied amiably, trying to put on a brave face, even as the true shock of his girlfriend’s new size hit him. She was far bigger than he had expected, even considering what the servants had told him. The way her clothes clung to her body...the way she sounded...it was almost like an optical illusion to stare at her. She shouldn’t be real... a person shouldn’t be that big. It was impossible. But there she was. Asher started coming closer, unable to disguise his trepidation. “How’re…you feeling?”

Eloise didn’t answer at first. She just opened her arms wide from her sitting position, wiggling her fingers as she shook her head, closing her eyes briefly before opening them again. Asher understood. She needed her hug. Her physical contact. He couldn’t expect her to start talking about ‘how she was feeling’ without a niiiiice long hug first. He came up to her smiling. Mmmm that’s what she had missed...that cute little face...although the closer he got, the more she realized that he wasn’t getting bigger like people usually did when they came closer. Something was off. Had he...gotten smaller? It certainly seemed that way. Maybe it was his clothes or something, she didn’t know. All she did know was that it felt sooooo good to hug him after a few days, and she squeezed him for an extra few seconds, until she felt a series of pops in his spine. It was only pops, nothing crazy, not like she had hurt him or anything. She let him go, laughing, as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Oh damn! I’m so excited to see you that I popped your back!” she laughed, before spider-crawling her fingers across his chest, marveling at how big they seemed compared to him. “You look smaller...like, a LOT smaller. Look at my hand across your chest!”

Giggling stupidly, she leaned fully into her “little girl” persona that she could enjoy, now that Asher was there to absorb it and play off it, “They said my palm is half a foot wide now, heh...it’s crazy! You’re so SMALL!”

She playfully shoved him back at the word “small,” and he nearly lost his balance completely, to her surprise. Was he fucking with her!?

“Oh now don’t you start being overdramatic too,” she warned, pointing a long finger at his face and shaking it, before continuing what she had been about to say, “You asked how I was doing, so...hhhhhhhuuhhhhhhhhh...”

She sighed out in her sitting position, now taking the time to freely sulk. Sulking around her servants was pointless...a huge waste of time. Sulking around Asher felt good.

“Just look at these pajamas…” she continued, holding out her arms and legs to show how tight they were, and how her ankles and wrists were showing, “It’s just...not enough for me. That’s the theme. NOT ENOUGH. Not enough FOOD. Not enough CLOTHES. Not enough SPACE. Not enough...ANYTHING.”

Asher had been cautiously approaching, and it had almost felt like a suction tube when she engulfed him in her grip. Her hands around his back pushed and pulled, almost desperately caressing him before a big squeeze surrounded him…engulfed him. He couldn’t move a muscle. And then he had let out a yelp as his back popped. It wasn’t necessarily painful, that wasn’t the right word...actually, it had felt kind of good, after the initial shock, but it had been disconcerting to say the least.

“Well, woah, babe, I’m not getting smaller, you know, uh...you gotta…” he began, but Eloise had already plowed ahead into her next rant, looking frustrated and sad as she described all her woes.

“Oh, look…baby,” Asher started as Eloise gave him the rundown. Her pajamas certainly did look small on her...but they were like, blanket-sized...her whole body just...it commanded so much space. And it felt like, with each word she spoke, she was literally pushing the air around them with such force. Her voice was different, deeper in a way...it was still her, of course, but changed. The way she was moving her hands made him nervous; the way they sounded impacting her knees when she had emphasized that she didn’t have enough of ANYTHING made Asher not want to get too close.

“Well, they told me that they’re going to be back soon with an early lunch,” Asher said, “So that should make you feel better.”

He smiled before walking back a bit, and then around. He stood behind her, her shoulders in front of him, and he rose up on his tiptoes and kissed her ear. Her head was so big that it was disorienting. He placed his hands on her shoulders, and almost let go from the sheer shock of how massive they were – he could just barely get his hands fully around them as he gave little squeezes.

“It’s going to be okay, you know?”

Eloise sat there, continuing to mope, literally almost tearing up as she felt her lower lip tremble. What the fuck was happening to her? She didn’t usually get all emotional like this. Annoyed? Always. Pissed off? Sure. But teary? This wasn’t like her, and she hated it because it was a sign of weakness, and anyway, she hadn’t wanted Asher to come over just so she could cry in front of him. Or, well, maybe she had…so what? When she felt his hands on her shoulders, it just...it felt so nice. And she felt some kind of tension or something get released, or whatever the chiropractors called it. She wasn’t trying to be all woo-woo-new-age-bullshit here, but it did just sorta feel good to be touched by someone who didn’t look like they were terrified of her. She sighed out, closing her eyes as she leaned back into him. Thankfully, the wall wasn’t too far behind her, so she didn’t knock him over, and he was just kind of standing there, in between her and the wall.

‘I guess I have him pinned,’ she thought, ‘But it’s where he wants to be, anyway.’

“That feels niiiice,” she breathed back at him, her eyes still closed as she folded her arms across her chest, listening to the stretching of the pajama fabric as she moved. She had to admit, even though she hated how everything was just getting too small for her every two days, she DID kind of like the feel of just FILLING her clothes. Filling them and STRETCHING them. There was something really nice about that. Satisfying. Even hot, lol. She suddenly wondered what Asher would look like in her pajamas!

“Can you keep rubbing them, please?” she moaned back at him, “Everywhere’s just been sooooo SORE. Like, really dig in there too. No pussy fingering! I think I have some growth knots or something in my shoulders. No, no, your hands aren’t big enough. Use your elbows. That’s it. Don’t worry about hurting me. I don’t think you could if you tried!”

Asher was smiling as Eloise moaned a bit as his hands dug in...and then he felt another squish as she leaned back, and he could do nothing to fight it. She was just too big, with too much force behind her. Luckily, she hadn’t gone too much further, but he was pinned against the wall. It made the movement of his arms a bit more difficult, but it turned out that her suggestion was actually the easier option, as he dug his elbows into her and also used his hands to lightly scratch her head.

“Is that better?” Asher asked, but her moan said it all. She was actually pushing against him with quite a bit of pressure, but he accepted it. They remained in this position for a good thirty minutes, with Asher listening to Eloise rant about her issues as he rubbed on her. It was a bit hard to take everything in, since it all felt so foreign to him. Her problems, already idiosyncratic because of how rich she was, were all the stranger given her growing size being such a big part of everything. Asher just listened to her, doing his best to get the knots out of her back, until he heard a door open, and another box of food came wheeling in for her on a cart, pushed by two servants.

“See? Just like I promised,” Asher said warmly, leaning in to kiss her lower cheek just as she leaned forward eagerly.

When Eloise saw that the new box of food had come in (literally pushed on a cart…were they really that weak!?), she leaned forward and put her hands on her thighs. Asher’s massage had done a nice job of distracting her from how freaking hungry she was, but now that the food was actually THERE, she let it all come flooding back.

“Oh my god...FINALLY!” she exclaimed, bracing her torso against her thighs as she rose up from her sitting position. Asher was behind her, still with his back to the wall, but right now it was first things first. Now up to her full height, Eloise flexed her muscles, shaking out the cobwebs, and feeling her ass and thighs ripple with the activity. Guess she had been sitting a lot longer than she thought. But she wasn’t really thinking about any of that. She was in no mood to hide her feelings as she strode over to the cart (or...stomped, maybe? The floor sure was shaking, but she was barely even putting her weight down), reached down, and grabbed the box directly off the cart. The two servants who had been pushing it literally backed away, and one of them even ran out of the room.

‘Like, are you freaking kidding me!?’ she thought, watching the woman flee, ‘I’m just a huge person, not a monster. Needless to say I’m gonna have a talk with Daddy about HER.’

And with a quick cutting motion from her fingernail, she tore the box open and saw...a bunch of pre-made sandwiches...and bags of chips...and some...FRUIT CUPS!? There was probably like one or two thousand calories in there, tops.

“Are...you....fucking....KIDDING ME!?” she yelled, her face getting red as she squeezed the box in her hands, crushing it instantly. “THIS is what you’re expecting me to eat!? Do you see how BIG I am now? Do you think I can sustain this kind of growth with...PEANUT BUTTER AND JELLY and....and FRUIT CUPS!?”

She threw the box at the wall, which left a big, gaping hole. ‘Good idea,’ her brain thought, and she stomped over and slammed her fist into the wall next to where she had thrown the box, making a new, bigger hole...and another one...and another one. All the tension and anger of the past few days was boiling over, and she just couldn’t hold back anymore.

“I’m SICK...and TIRED....of you people TIPTOEING around me...and not GIVING me...what I NEED to LIVE! I need REAL FOOD, you hear me!? REAL. FOOD!!”

The other servant was just nodding as fast as he could, putting his hands up in front of his chest like he was trying to calm her down. After a couple more punches, she whirled around and faced him, breathing hard.

“Do you UNDERSTAND!?” she yelled at him, pointing to the hallway. “GO out there and bring me back something REAL to eat, or else I’m REALLY going to lose it.”

He did as she asked, nearly tripping over himself to leave the ballroom, and Eloise took a few deep breaths, turning around after a few seconds to smile down at Asher and shake her head. But then, for the first time, she saw just how small he was compared to her. He was standing there, looking kind of uncomfortable, but what she noticed the most was that the top of his head barely even reached her HIPS. Her brow furrowed, and she silently took a step towards him, reached down, and pulled his body into her hips, her huge hand easily going around the back of his neck to steady him against her.

“Holy shit...are you seeing this!?” she laughed, her angry outburst already forgotten, as the insane size comparison supplanted it in her mind, “You’re...you’re literally the same height as my leg. And your body…oh my god…your whole body is SMALLER than my thigh!”

The motion of Eloise standing up after releasing Asher had almost sent him flying through the wall, but he wasn’t focused on that. Instead, his eyes were opened in utter shock at how big his girlfriend actually was at her full height. For the last half-hour, he had gotten used to only being slightly shorter than her, with her sitting down...but now…he watched for a moment as she walked away, her huge hips and ass swaying, and he realized that he was now just barely waist-high to her.

And then came the outburst, and Asher was actually taken aback by just how quickly it all happened. The box opening, her face going from elated to disgusted to wrathful, the food all neatly packaged and prepared splaying across the floor, the hole in the wall...and then her massive hands doing more damage…so much more damage. Asher wanted to speak up, but he couldn’t…he was frozen. The servant quickly rushed out, and there she was, smiling at him like she hadn’t just punched a dozen holes in the wall. Asher saw her expression abruptly morph into intense curiosity...and then, the next thing he knew, he was face-to-face with her waist. Her belly was above him, and he could hear her giggling just as her hands – hands that could break through walls – touched him and held him close...to examine him...to belittle him...to see how small her man had truly gotten.

“I guess...I guess I’m gonna have to work extra hard to get your pants off now…” was all he could say, gulping as she stared down at him, her eyes gleaming over the huge cliff of her breasts high above his head. That look…it wasn’t like she was looking at her boyfriend. It was like she was looking at something else.