The Brat, Chapter 14 (Patreon)

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Chapter 14Four days later, Asher came over again to play tennis with Eloise. She had been cooped up in the ballroom for FAR too long, and anyway, the doctors said that her growing body needed regular physical exercise. Maybe that was the reason why she had sort of blown a gasket there the other day. That's what Daddy had said, anyway. It was a pain in the ass to even get OUT of the room in the first place, and Eloise had actually gotten her shoulders stuck on the door frame as she tried to push herself out. It wasn’t just that she was too tall for the door – she had been too tall for door frames for weeks now. It was that she was too WIDE, and even though she tried to twist herself around, she couldn’t get out. She ended up just pushing through, causing the door frame to cave in all the way behind her. At least…she thought that was what had happened. She didn’t really look back. She didn’t have time for all that shit. And anyway, she had basically done the builders a favor, since Daddy had already been talking about enlarging the entranceway to the ballroom. So she was really just helping them out.Anyway, Eloise wasn’t really thinking about any of that; she was just excited to finally be getting out again, and Asher was gonna play some tennis with her! She knew that her boyfriend had always been pretty good (since he had gotten plenty of practice at her private court over the years, lol), but Eloise was thinking that today would be different. After all, the doctors had measured her at just over 10’8 that morning, and she was obviously a whole lot stronger than him to begin with. She was looking forward to dominating Asher on the court, and even though she felt like her short-skirt tennis outfit was a little ridiculous, maybe she could distract him with her legs and score a bunch of points. Like, she wasn’t gonna lie, her legs were looking GOOD these days....thick, strong, proportional…and of course, she had always had great legs, but she thought that, ever since she had started the growth treatment, they were just looking better and better every day.It felt good to breathe the cool air outside as Asher joined her on the court, walking up in his adorable little tennis outfit, with a bag of rackets. It was crazy – his eyes were even with her pussy mound! And so of course, she made a point of striding right up to him, putting her hands on her hips (as she felt the tennis sweatbands expand on her forearms as she flexed them), and pressing her pussy right up into his face. She had never really been shy...and now she was DEFINITELY not shy.“Ohhhh no, no, no, no…” she teased Asher, shaking her head. He backed up, a look of bewilderment in his eyes, as he stared up at her, while she added, “I don't think you have a CHANCE against me today.”The mansion attendants had told Asher to come out to the tennis courts, and that Eloise was there waiting for him. He could see her far out in the distance just standing by the courts, the high fence surrounding it like a box…a fence that was basically level with the top of her head. As Asher got closer, though, he realized that she was even bigger than she looked at a distance, and then – bam! She strode straight up to him and was pressing his face straight into her huge, soft pussy mound. He could feel the heat emanating from it as he inhaled the familiar, intoxicating, musky aroma. She had grown almost a foot since they last met. It was insane. He was now looking UP at her hips, and he actually had to step back to see her face, but not before he leaned forward and gave her face-level pussy a gentle kiss, and her leg a soft pat. God, her thigh muscles were HARD...not necessarily hyper-muscled…well, they were…but really they were just BIG...dense because of her size.“They told me you’re already 10’8 today?” he asked, deciding to ignore her gentle, condescending taunt, “I didn't think you’d get that big until at least later this week?”“Well surprise surprise, they were wrong!” Eloise laughed, tossing her hair as she shifted her weight to one hip, loving how amazed Asher looked at her new size, “I told them weeks ago that I was gonna be in, like, the top 1% of the 1% in terms of my growth rate. I could just FEEL it, you know? But did they listen to me? Nope.”She changed her voice, making a point to raise it a couple octaves higher to mimic the voice of one of her doctors. They all sounded like little high-voiced pipsqueaks at this point. Even Asher, lol...was it just her, or had his voice gotten higher!?“We’re just going by the statistical progressions, Miss Beauchamp...we saw no indication of any advanced hypertrophy, Miss Beauchamp...we’re kind of in uncharted territory right now Miss Beauchamp…”Eloise twirled her long finger in the air as she switched back to her normal voice. “And on and on and ON...but I’m not surprised. Not at all. In fact, I expected to be even BIGGER today than I am right now, so hopefully this tennis kickstarts another spurt!”She pointed down at the rackets, grasping with her hand close to Asher’s face. God, she loved the comparison. She could have easily palmed his whole face right now if she wanted to.“Here, gimme, gimme!” she said insistently, “I want a racket. And give me the good one – I don’t want that knockoff you always play with.”Asher had listened to Eloise mock her doctors, and her voice actually went back to a register that reminded him of before, or, well, at least when she had still been about 6’0 or so.“Well, I’m sure they’re just wanting you to stay healthy,” was all he could say, right before her giant hand came down and just swiped the racket from him. In his hand, the racket looked normal…but in hers, it looked like a ping pong paddle, maybe just slightly bigger. Asher actually found the size comparison quite funny, and he let out a laugh.“I…I think that might take some getting used to!” he chuckled, “Oh my god, look how tiny that thing looks in your hand!”It almost looked to Asher like it would be easier for Eloise just to hold the whole racket head in her palm.“Do you need to warm up a bit?” he asked, taking out a few balls and starting to bounce them up on his racket, heading toward his end of the court.Eloise just stood there for a few moments, blinking down at the racket in her hand. There was...there was just no way. No WAY it was this small. With her palm in the middle (which was over 7 inches long now, according to the measurement this morning), she could literally stretch her fingers across the entire racket...easily...with some room left over. Her brow furrowed as she strode after Asher, holding the racket in her hand like a freaking ping pong paddle.“Hey!” she burst out, reaching out and grabbing his shoulder with her other hand, forcing him to whip back around. Or...actually, she didn’t think Asher actually whipped himself around at all. It was HER whipping him around...lol oh well, either way, she had gotten his attention.“What kind of joke is this!?” she demanded, “Giving me a kiddie racket like this! Like, are you serious!? How am I supposed to play with this thing??”She held it up, showing how her hand and fingers were wider than the racket itself. “Very funny, Asher...come on now, give me a real racket, like the one you’re holding.”Without waiting for him to respond, she suddenly reached down and swiped the racket straight out of Asher’s hand. But she stopped grinning when she quickly saw that his racket was exactly the same size as the original one she was holding. She put her hand up against it, just like she was holding the other one, and compared. She couldn’t believe it. They really were exactly the same size! She blinked a few times, not really understanding, as she glanced down at Asher for help.Asher had yelled out, “OWW what the fuck Eloise!?” as she held his arm in her grip, actually lifting him off the ground a little before she just swiped the racket from him as he fell back down. She had been so rough that Asher could have easily dislocated his shoulder. Luckily, nothing bad happened, and he watched as she examined each racket. Asher could see the confusion. This kind of thing was happening all the time lately...this kind of size dysphoria. But there was nothing he had figured out to convince her otherwise except to just let her figure it for herself.“Yeah, same rackets, see?” He pulled an extra one out to show her as he lifted it toward the two she had in her hands, holding it close so that she could see it wasn’t tiny in comparison. “Regulation size rackets…” he said simply, “I guess your dad didn’t get the memo to make bigger ones for you.”Eloise chewed on her tongue as she lined up the rackets next to each other again, just making sure that she wasn't losing her mind or anything. Yep...same size...this was crazy. Like, totally ridiculous. She couldn’t even be mad. That’s how insane the size discrepancy was. And actually, the more she thought about it, the funnier the whole thing seemed. She was grinning when she finally handed Asher back his racket, tossing hers aside to the far end of the court as she shrugged her shoulders, bending her neck back and forth in a stretch while cracking her knuckles.“Well, you go ahead and play with that, then,” Eloise said, now reaching one of her gigantic legs back in a stretch, “I’m not using a kid’s racket to play against you – so I’ll just use my hands, then. I mean, it’s only fair, right? Since my hand is just about as wide as the racket!”She came out of her stretch and bent down towards Asher, spreading her huge hand out directly in front of his face as she smiled down with wide eyes. And then she actually did palm his face, delighting in how her fingers wrapped around his head. So amazing! And…she didn’t quite know how to put it…so…HOT! That was it! Why was she getting all aroused from this?! Eh, so what, it felt good! And so, laughing, Eloise shimmied Asher’s head left and right a couple times before she finally let him go, with him sputtering out a little, as she backed up and took her position on the opposite end of the court.“You know what?” she called out to him, “Since I’m in such a good mood, I’ll even let you serve to me first! You know, to at least give you a SHOT of beating me.”Asher had stared at the racket as it flew across the court, breaking into several pieces from the impact as it hit against the chain-link fence surrounding them. Eloise was in one of her moods, but Asher didn't blame her. He was going to gladly accept this good mood (especially given her brief moment of dissociation a moment before, which sometimes spelled trouble), even if, in his mind, she had an even bigger advantage now.“Fine, but you’re gonna have to go extra –” he began, but abruptly stopped as Eloise’s giant hand surrounded him as she moved his face like he was a little puppy or something, casually, playfully to and fro, before laughing and walking off. Asher had been prepared for this kind of behavior, but he still found himself utterly stunned; she had just toyed with him so easily, so effortlessly…and her hand…oh god, how gigantic and powerful it had felt, holding him like that. Asher was no shrinking violet, but he had to admit that it scared him a little.Still, though, he resolved to play it cool, and made his first serve, and the ball quickly passed Eloise, going right under her swiping arm. This went on a few times, each one of his serves evading her huge, flailing arm. She never had been that good at tennis to begin with, and now, using just her hands didn't seem to be working. A few times when Asher served, the ball actually hit her foot – the amount of space she took up on the court, with her incredibly wide stance, was such that if she had really wanted to, she could probably just lean left or right and make it to one side or the other. But crucially, that range of motion didn’t translate to an ability to go low.“40-love babe,” Asher called out, just after he heard Eloise whine as the serve went right between her legs. They weren’t even particularly good serves...just easy to miss when they were 6 feet below her, and going 60-80 mph.As far as Eloise was concerned, this was really getting ridiculous. ‘I mean, like, come on!’ she thought furiously, flopping her huge arms around like an idiot, missing ball after ball, ‘I didn’t even get a chance to warm up yet, and already Asher’s just popping these serves in while I'm trying to get adjusted! It isn’t fair!’She had to get used to bending her legs a lot and...and getting low, and making sure that her hand was coordinating right and....UGH just too many fucking things to remember. Before she knew it, Asher was up 40-0, or, at least, that’s what he said the score was.“Hold on, hold on!” Eloise huffed, getting irritated as the ball went through her legs again, “This is just a practice round, okay? You can’t just...expect me to be able to go without a warm-up!”The very next serve, she finally made contact with the ball, but ended up slapping it to high heaven, WAY over Asher, the net, the fence...everything. She had no idea where that ball ended up, but safe to say that they never saw it again.“Ah shit!” she exclaimed, shaking her hand out, “I went too hard. Here, come on, serve it again…”This time, Eloise made better contact. MUCH better contact. The ball made a weird sound when she hit it, almost like she was deflating it or something, and it whizzed by Asher before he could even swing at it. But again, she had hit it way too hard, on a line drive, and the ball didn’t even touch the court before it slammed into the fence behind him. Eloise laughed when she saw Asher slow down and look at her with an inquiring look in his eyes. Was that...fear!?“Whaaaat?” she laughed back at Asher, showing him her hands and flexing and un-flexing them into fists, “What’s wrong!? Can’t handle a little SPEED, Asher? Come on, serve again, I’m getting the hang of this. You better get ready.”Asher sent another serve after watching the ball Eloise had just hit stick into the fence, almost completely crumpled. He was truly beginning to fear the prospect of one of her returns coming back and hitting him, but he knew that she probably wouldn’t respond well if he showed too openly that he was afraid. So he raised his racket, sending another ball at top speed, and then, right before she geared herself up to smash it back at him, Asher saw her flinch. It almost looked like she shook, or had a kind of mini-spasm that went through her body. He could see her face wince as the ball hit the ground and whizzed past her.“Game 1 set, David beats Goliath,” Asher teased her, as she seemed to quickly recover from whatever that had been. In the back of his mind, he couldn’t help but wonder if she had just had another growth spurt.Normally, Eloise would have had a retort ready immediately for that kind of jab Asher had just given her...or maybe even a headlock...but she didn’t respond right away because she had felt something go through her, like a sudden shot of pain that hurt really bad for an instant and then just sort of…went away...while leaving her whole body tingling and feeling almost tender. The sensation wasn’t at all pleasant when it was happening, but as soon as it was over, the tenderness actually didn’t feel too bad. She didn’t really give a second thought to the ball that had just gone by, and she wandered over to the side of the court, reaching her hands up and stretching high above her head as Asher came over.“Urgh, need to stretch that one out of me," Eloise muttered, feeling her muscles rippling as she bent to the left, then to the right, “Just had a little spurt, I think...oh....oh wait…!”She paused, straightening out completely as she felt that same sudden, uncomfortable surge go through her whole body again. This time, it was localized in her legs, particularly in her thighs, and she reached down and grabbed them, wincing. And again, just like the first one, the next moment it was all gone, leaving that tingly, tender feeling. Eloise noticed that her skimpy tennis dress was riding up even higher on her thighs than before, and her tennis shoes, which had been slightly oversized that morning, now didn’t feel roomy at all. A strange wave of euphoria passed over her, like her brain was compensating for the two stabs of pain she had just been forced to endure.She took a deep breath, inflating her huge chest, and smiled down at Asher, slapping both of her thighs and laughing as she saw the flesh jiggle and ripple in reaction. She felt bigger. She WAS bigger.“Lucky you!” Eloise laughed, “You just got to witness not one, but TWO growth spurts. Could you tell? No? You don't believe me!? Well here, let's check…”She stepped up to Asher, straightening her body completely, and pressed her pussy mound up against his face again. He had been staring straight at it a few minutes before. This time, though, they both saw that he actually had to look slightly UP to see it.“So, David…” she teased, raising her eyebrow at him, “That was a practice round. Want to play Goliath for real now?”——————————6 days later————————————Eloise had gotten totally fed up with everything. The cooks, the servants, the maids...even Daddy was starting to get on her nerves. So she had taken it upon herself to just peace out for half a day or so, after she had eaten her fill of lunch, of course. It was like that silly little psychiatrist always said every week when he came in to see her: ‘You’ve gotta KNOW yourself, Eloise...when to remove yourself from situations where you’re going to lose your cool. It’s okay to get mad and upset! It’s okay! We all do! But you can recognize that you have the power to take charge of the situation and just walk away.’Or something like that. That psych guy was really so full of shit...like DUH she had the power! She was over 11-and-a-half-feet tall! Of COURSE she was in charge of the situation. She was in charge of ANY situation.‘But I guess he’s sorta right,’ she thought to herself, ‘About saying it’s better to walk away than...I don’t know...snap a table leg in my hand or something.’That’s exactly what she had done that morning, when she had discovered, to her immense displeasure, that the coffee wasn’t strong enough. Everyone had been so freaked out, rushing all over the place, trying to calm her down. So silly and dramatic! And even when she had announced that she was leaving to go over to Asher’s, they all tried to keep her at home. Daddy had been really worried something bad would happen. But Eloise had made her decision, and everyone just had to DEAL with it.She had thought about calling Asher on her phone, or, actually...her ipad that she had to use as a phone now, since her fingers didn’t work on a regular phone touchscreen...so annoying...but anyway, she had actually decided to just show up at his place unannounced, mainly because she thought it’d be fun to surprise him. So 20 minutes later, there she was on his doorstep, and she reached her hand out, pausing to remind herself to knock very softly, so that he’d think it was some kind of canvasser or something.Asher had had a long shift the night before. Eloise had been texting him quite a few different things about how “DUMB ALL THESE LITTLE PEOPLE DADDY HIRED ARE” or “WHY DO YOU GUYS LIKE SUCH SMALL SERVINGS?!” or “I WANT TO JUST SCOOP YOU UP AND BLOCK THE DOOR.”That last one had really gotten Asher’s mind racing. He had done his best to comfort her, but it was hard sometimes. She was just so...well...HER. And she could be so hard to reason with, especially when she was in these kinds of moods. Asher didn’t love her less – it was just the sort of problem that was hard to articulate. Basically, sometimes he just needed a break.Asher was just about to fall into his bed when he heard a loud bang downstairs at his door.‘What the hell?!” he asked himself, hurriedly getting dressed as he heard it again. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” he called as he opened the door and saw his colossal girlfriend sitting down on his front porch, her enormous butt filling up the space. He was looking quite a ways up at her now, remembering how just a few weeks back he could still actually look down at her. She was probably almost as tall as the door, sitting down now…“E-Eloise! What are you doing here?!” he asked a bit nervously, seeing the sly grin on her face as she looked down at him.“Oh you know,” she sighed airily, rolling her eyes as she rocked back and forth on her butt, loving how much taller she was than him, sitting down, “All kinds of shit going on at the house today...coffee wasn’t hot enough...accidentally cracked an entire wall when my fat ass knocked into it...servants in disarray...and it was really just starting to get to me, you know? And then I thought, hey, I should do what my dumb psychiatrist said and EXTRACT myself from the situation, and what better way to do that than to pay you a nice little surprise visit! Were you surprised!? I knocked on the door, like, super-soft so you wouldn’t know it was me. I surprised you, didn’t I??”She beamed down at her boyfriend with pride. Honestly, it just felt so good to get out of the house, off the property, and come over there to his place. Almost always, he came to her, because, well, duh of course he did. She had a freaking mansion estate. But just hanging out here on Asher’s front porch was pretty fun. She reached over to grip the iron bannisters to steady herself, and she heard something crumbling...bricks, maybe? She glanced to the side and saw that she had accidentally just loosened the metal bars in the wall, and she let go, not understanding.“Think you might need to fix your porch, by the way,” she muttered, before brightening, clasping her huge hands together, and adding, “So are you happy to see me!?”Asher was trying his best to stay calm, but it was impossible to hide how nervous he felt with her being here. It felt reckless…dangerous, even. She didn’t understand her power.“Here, uh…come in and we’ll talk inside, alright?” he said simply. He moved back and gave her space, and then he heard the crumbling of metal and saw some debris fall where she had started to move.“Woah, woah be careful, I rent this place…” he cautioned, as Eloise just laughed it off and started coming closer. And then it suddenly occurred to Asher: how the hell was she actually going to get inside??Eloise stood up, getting ready to follow Asher inside, but of course she quickly realized that there was no way in hell that she was gonna be able to fit herself through that door. They both just stood there, with Asher’s head now definitely UNDER her pussy, before she remembered that he had a back entrance...like, a weird sort of big double-door entranceway into the basement. They both looked at each other and said, “The basement” at the same time, laughing...even though she could sense something else in Asher’s laugh. Surely he wasn't afraid to have her inside his place, was he? Like, come on, she was gigantic now, and all, but she was gentle too!The next minute Asher had led her through the big doors, (which she still had to duck WAY under...the doors were 6’8 like all the others, but they were much wider, which allowed her to go inside), and they were going up the stairs of his basement to the main floor.“Gosh I haven’t been here in FOREVER!” Eloise giggled, suddenly feeling nostalgic, “It’s been what...like, 3 months...half a year!? Damn...anyway, get a move-on, silly, why are you going up so slow?”She reached out and gave Asher’s butt a playful little pinch, which caused him to yelp and jump. Again, so dramatic! What was it with all these little people, yelping and getting the jumps around her!? Finally they came out onto Asher’s main floor, and Eloise squeezed herself out of the stairwell and...well…she couldn’t really stand. Not even close. His ceilings were only like 9 feet tall, so there wasn’t a chance of her rising up to her full height. Of course, she knew this already, so she just shuffled up on her knees. She was almost 8 feet tall like this, and palmed her huge hands against Asher’s ceiling, laughing at how shocked he looked."Don't worry, I'm not hungry or anything," she laughed, trying to pinpoint his source of fear without getting too irritated, “Why do you look so worried!? It’s just me! Oh my god, I’m SO glad I came here, this is really taking me back...here, lemme just...I’ll lounge on the floor like this…”Eloise was proud of herself for ignoring her own irritation and taking the initiative in creating a positive environment. Maybe the visits from that little psych were paying off after all. She shuffled on her knees into Asher’s living room (for some reason everything was shaking) and stretched out on the floor, leaning her head on her hand, as she gestured for him to come join her. In this reclining position, her huge, thick thighs were stacked like immense, smooth slabs on top of each other, and her massive breasts were squished together, making them look even bigger than they already were.“Come on!” she purred, “What are you waiting for!? Come over here and cuddle with me!”