The Brat, Chapter 12

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Chapter 12

The walk wasn't great, but it seemed to calm Eloise down a bit. Later, the two of them had dinner, with Eloise being uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the night. Asher offered to stay, but it seemed like she needed some alone time, so he left, but not before embracing her and giving her a quick kiss on the side of her upper arm. Since Eloise was nearly 8 feet tall, it was as high up as his lips could reach. She had remained silent during his embrace, staring off beyond him into the distance, though Asher was at least a bit heartened to feel her hugging him back with her free arm, however halfheartedly.

The rest of the week turned out to be pretty busy for Asher, so the two of them only really got to text. When Eloise asked if Asher would want to take her to her doctor's appointment, Asher sprang at the opportunity, feeling like the two of them really needed to re-connect in person. She had told him that she thought his truck would be the best way to get her there, and he agreed. It was definitely big enough to fit a lot, especially with it being a twin cab and all. When Asher pulled up to the Beauchamp mansion, he got out and pushed the front seat all the way back, reasoning that was the right move, before anything else. He figured that, if they needed to, he could probably just take the seat out altogether, but it would probably be fine...right!? A few moments later, the front door of the mansion opened, and Asher could already hear Eloise talking to someone. But when she emerged around the door, his eyes went wide...it had only been a week, but Jesus…she looked WAY bigger than he remembered.

“But he wouldn't even LOOK at me, Daddy!” Eloise had been whining into her phone as she saw Asher pull up in his truck. Her heart did a little flutter, since it had been a few days, like, almost a week, since she had seen him. Part of her was kinda sad about that, but another part of her knew that it had been her own choice.

‘Well, I mean, sue me, okay?’ she thought, ‘Sometimes I need my space! Especially after...I still don't even know what really happened, or if Asher was kidding around with me or what. Too many questions. I just needed a little time to decompress a bit. Heh, decompress. As if. More like BURGEON, or whatever the word is. GROW. BIGGER.’

That's what she had been doing: growing bigger. And now Daddy had called because the servants were starting too get scared of her. It was all so silly!

“All I did was get a little peeved, okay?” she said into her phone as she came down the front steps toward Asher’s truck, “And...like...yes, alright, I admit I threw the ladle at the wall, but it was waaaay above his head! It wasn't even CLOSE to hitting him! Did it...well yeah, of course it left a dent in the wall! But they're fixing it, so no issues there. Yes...UGH yessss Daddy I knowwww I shouldn't throw stuff. Sometimes I just lose my temper though…Huh? Can I promise you? Uhh...sure. YES I'm being serious Daddy! I promise to try and stay calm, even if I’m over 8’6. Heh...heheh, good one...hahahaha, okay Asher’s here, so bye!”

She hung up and stood there in front of her boyfriend’s little truck, which didn't even come up to her shoulders. She leaned down, putting her hand on the roof as she bent down towards the driver’s window. Did the truck actually move a little as she touched it?

‘There I go, imagining things again…’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m gonna bring that mental hallucination stuff up to the doctor when we get there.’

“Heh, you know what Daddy just said to me?” she laughed, speaking out loud to Asher, “He said ‘Promise me you'll stay calm BECAUSE you're over 8’6!’ Hahahaha oh god...so funny...he hasn't even seen me yet, but he knows what’s going on!”

She paused, staring down at Asher...and he had a funny expression on his face, like he could barely even understand what was going on.

“Uhm....HELLO!?” she laughed, waving her hand in front of his face...and it looked, like, EXTRA big compared to it. She suddenly had the urge to palm his face, but she thought better of it, figuring it would make Daddy proud that she had controlled herself.

“Nice to see you TOO...after, like a week!” she teased.

Asher had been a bit mentally paralyzed for a few moments. With each step that Eloise had come closer, she just seemed to rise higher and higher. The way the sun was in the sky, as she got closer, she actually blocked it out for a few moments, casting a shadow over him just as she was hanging up the phone. Asher had gotten used to staring into Eloise’s breasts for some time, but that time had quickly come and gone. It seemed like they were now clear above his head, probably by a good three or four inches. His eyes lingered on her cellphone in her hand, and how small it looked. She could basically hold it like a pill bottle, or a ball or something, fully covering it.

“What?” he asked blankly, coming back to reality as he stared up into her face. God, it was so high up...had she said 8’6?! She had just hit 8’0 last week!

“Oh! Uh...wow, no, sorry! It's just…yeah, it’s been a long day,” Asher managed to say, partially recovering himself, “I guess your dad will understand better once he, uh, you know…sees you in person.”

Asher tried to chuckle before stepping back, thinking about the space in his truck.

“Well…so I put the seat all the way up, but if we need to take it out I can,” he mused aloud, coming in to examine the space closer, “You're gonna need to sit in the whole row of the back…” he continued, feeling the truck buckle a bit.

He glanced up and saw that Eloise was leaning her forearm against the truck, peering into the back. She felt that strange feeling pass over her again, the same feeling that she had been struggling with all week...the weird sensation that she was in some kind of a dream, that what she was seeing wasn’t real. This was Asher’s Toyota Tundra, for godsakes! This truck was BIG! But looking into the back, even with the seat pushed all the way back, it looked like a...freaking tight FIT.

“Uhh…” she said uncertainly, blinking a few times as she tried to pull herself back to reality. This was real; she wasn’t dreaming. Dreams didn’t feel like this.

“Okay...so I guess I can’t ride up front with you...heh, so you’ll be driving me around like you’re my chauffeur…heh, very, um…very nice…”

Her voice trailed away as Asher opened the back door for her. No way the space was that small. She looked at him, blinking, deadpan.

“Do you...seriously expect me to fit back there, Asher?” she asked genuinely, “I mean, LOOK at me.”

Her hands gestured down to her body – she was wearing a pair of Balenciaga pink exercise shorts that were, like...totally dope. And the best thing about them was that they strrrretched, so she’d be wearing them for a while. She was also wearing an “oversized” Prada flannel white shirt, which actually fit her just fine. All custom-made, of course, and express-shipped from the factory. She could still almost smell the machinery on the fabric, but after a few washes they smelled at least passable. No heels, of course...major downer...Daddy had managed to talk her down from the ledge and convince her not to buy any more until after this doctor’s appointment. Just wearing her plain old converses…

“I mean yeah, babe,” Asher said simply, spreading his hands a bit helplessly, “I can’t have you riding in the back in the bed. Here, let me take out the passenger seat…”

He started unlocking it, grunting a bit before finally getting it out, with Eloise standing around watching him labor. The seat was pretty cumbersome to hold, but it wasn’t the most difficult thing in the world. Walking around her, Asher dumped it into the bed of the truck and let out a breath.

“There, now try,” he panted, gesturing to the back, “That should be plenty of room.” He was confident she would fit. It might be a bit scrunched, but she definitely would.

Eloise frowned at him, crossing her arms, not at all pleased at the prospect of riding like a freaking mule in his truck, with her butt on the floor. But she noticed that he had actually tidied his truck up pretty nice, since it was usually really dirty from all that construction shit. So she guessed that he had planned on all this all along...and she felt herself sigh out a little, rolling her eyes.

“Okaaaay, fine,” she said, affecting a reluctant air while actually feeling a bit soft in her chest that he had cleaned everything up for her. How sweet of him...but still, though, maybe it was time for him to think about getting a bigger truck, huh? Another conversation for another day. She stepped into the passenger side, wrapping her hand around the top of the door frame, and she heard something groan out...sounded like metal...and she quickly took her hand off the frame, like she was innocent, looking at Asher and laughing, wiggling her fingers.

“Not gonna have a repeat of the last time I touched a door frame!” she giggled, before actually moving the bulk of her weight onto her leg and stepping into the car. To her surprise, in response to her weight, the whole truck shook and bounced from side to side like one of those crazy cartoon cars! Eloise actually burst out laughing as she situated herself, having to pull her knees all the way up to her chest, squishing her breasts out to the side, as she juuuust managed to fit. Ordinarily, she’d have been pissed that it was such a tight fit, but right now she was just laughing from the insanity of it all.

“Wowww, Asher!” she exclaimed, turning to him, “I was just thinking this but...it might really be time for you to consider buying another truck! Are you feeling this right now!? Oh my god, look what happens if I move side to side! Haha, dammnnn! I'm making your whole truck bounce...I bet I could flip it, just by swaying left to right!”

She suddenly noticed that Asher wasn’t smiling, and that he actually looked a little scared...so she quit swaying, even as she searched his face, grinning.

He had watched her whole body fold in and then heard the truck cranking and whining as she adjusted her body. He could hardly believe it – this truck held so much more weight than this, but the weight wasn’t meant to move so freely like Eloise was doing right now.

“Babe, please…” he said, just as she seemed to stop swaying. He could barely see her face because of how her knees covered her front, but he could tell she was still grinning. It was playful, yes. But he was truly nervous that something bad might happen, like some snapped axles or something.

“Huh…a new truck, I don’t know, maybe I should just get a Sprinter,” he said half-jokingly as he tried to close the door, just as he almost accidentally slammed it into her converse-clad foot. He looked at her and motioned for her to scrunch even more, but he saw how tight she already was. She seemed to move a little...just barely enough for him to get the door closed. Going around, he got in the driver’s seat and started it up. He couldn't see out of the rearview mirror anymore…not even close. Her knees and her head seemed to be taking up every bit of space.

“Good thing it’s only a 20-minute drive,” Asher said, starting to back up, the sound of the engine clearly straining with the immense weight it was carrying.

Despite how cramped Eloise was, it turned out that she didn’t have the heart to act all irritated, because, in truth, she was actually really happy to see Asher. She watched him turn onto the main road a minute later, after he had wound slowly through her Estate grounds. A car that had slowly passed them (cars didn’t usually pass Asher when he drove…why was he going so slow now!?) had some kids in the backseat, and they had stared at her, pointing...so she had put her face up against the window and made a “crazy cross-eyed” face at them...and she thought she had seen them starting to scream, but she wasn’t sure, because the car had sped away...heheh...that should teach them not to stare.

“So anyway…” she piped up, breaking what she had just realized was a long, awkward silence, “You happy to see me?”

She reached out her hand and scratched the back of Asher’s head with her nails...and geeeeez he seemed small. Like...reeeally small. Her hand had been big compared to his head before, but this!? Eh...maybe she was just imagining things again…depth perception and whatnot being off and all.

“Because I’m happy to see youuuuu…” she added with playful insistence. She suddenly wanted him to make a display of affection; she hungered for it.

But Asher was really having to concentrate as he drove. Having Eloise in the back, he could feel the weight of the truck shifting if she so much as moved an arm or a leg. Now on the main road, a few cars honked at him because of the speed he was going, but he wasn’t about to try and push it. When they got to a red light, he had felt her fingers touch his head, and he jumped a bit in surprise from how huge they felt.

“Woah…!” he exclaimed, before settling down as her nails began to scratch his head. It actually felt really good, just a bit strange due to how large her fingers were. It only took a quick glide for her to go from the front of his head to the back of his neck. It all made him a bit nervous...but it was strange and striking how good her touch felt. When she had started talking, he could hear her voice wanting to be cutesy and flirty, but with how big she was now, the lowness and depth made her voice much more sultry and suggestive.

“I missed you a lot babe,” he said sweetly, “But you didn’t want to see me, so, you know…I just thought I’d give you a little space.”

The light turned green and Asher started back up, the engine seeming to chug for a second before it finally got in gear. They slowly started moving more consistently.

Eloise stopped scratching the back of Asher’s head for a second, actually feeling angry. He didn't know. He had no idea what she had been experiencing inside her head. But she bit her tongue and actually managed to take a deep breath, blowing it out against the back of his head, fluttering his hair, as she resumed scratching his scalp.

“That's not true,” she said quietly, again trying to sound light and cutesy, not quite understanding why he wasn’t responding to it in the way he usually did, “It’s not that I didn’t WANT to see you, it's just...I’ve kinda been feeling, I don’t know...a little confused recently. I think I just needed to get used to my body a little bit more, you know? Heh, I mean you DON’T know, but...I’m just...I’m just glad you’re here, is all…”

She trailed off, feeling uncharacteristically lame for how she had finished that thought, but at the same time, she didn’t really care. She saw everything passing by in the window, all the little cars, and the short people on the sidewalk, and she felt a kind of...she didn't know what to call it...a DISTANCE from everything. Maybe the doctor would know what was going on. To distract herself, and to spice things up, Eloise started tickling the underside of Asher’s ear with her fingernails. They weren’t going that fast, so it wasn’t like she was endangering their lives or anything.

Asher heard it in her voice…how the recent growth had been affecting her, and how, without saying so outright, she wanted him to comfort her.

“Well, I hope so too, Eloise,” he said kindly, “And, I mean, I know it’s been a lot for you, and I’m sure it’s a lot to get used to with how small everything must seem…”

Just as he was about to make a turn, he suddenly felt the sharp tinge of her fingernail “tickling” his ear, but it almost felt like a cut with how much force she used. He seized up for a moment, and the truck ended up swerving a bit, before recentering the lane. Asher felt her body jolt in the back, pushing against his seat and almost squishing him against the steering wheel. He kept driving, but what on earth had she been doing?!

“Why did you do that??” he burst out, just as the doctor’s office came into view.

“Just tickling you a little! Don’t be so dramatic!” she laughed, giving him another tickling tease with her fingernail for good measure before withdrawing her hand. “Sheesh, what got you wound up so tight!? Oh look, we’re here! Finally! Ugh, I don’t think my joints could have taken five more minutes!”

She waited for Asher to stop the car and open the door for her, and she stepped out into the sun, reaching way up and stretching her legs as she rose up to her full height. After a few seconds, she noticed that he was just standing there, gaping up at her with his mouth open. She giggled, bending down and closing his mouth with her finger under his chin.

“Better close that or a fly’s gonna get in!” she teased, rising back up and standing tall over him with her hands on her hips. She suddenly realized just how huge she was in comparison, and she did a double-take, slowly orbiting him as she truly took in, for the first time, how tiny he looked.

“Like...Asher...oh my god…” she murmured, stepping forward and smushing his face into the middle of her stomach, “My breasts...look at that...! Wowwww...they’re resting on top of your head now! And I don’t even have to stand on my tiptoes! Hey, don’t bend your knees! They’re not THAT heavy! Come on, stand up straight! I wanna get a good measurement here!”

As they pulled into the doctor’s parking lot, Asher was glad to finally not have to be so focused on the road. He got out, the car barely seeming to move from his weight being removed, before opening the door to let out Eloise...and he saw her huge leg already starting to come out, the truck leaning over to one side in response. The truck jumbled once again as she lifted herself up and out, and Asher heard a crack from her joints as she straightened up. The way she stretched just held him in awe, but when he felt her skin against his, and then her breasts pushing down onto his head, his knees buckled, and he was brought back to reality.

“I’m…I’m not bending them…” he panted, straining under her weight, “You’re just pushing down…!”

She was getting so wide in comparison that he could barely put his hands around her waist anymore. He suddenly felt the pressure on his head relax, and then watched as she started walking on ahead, her arms moving freely in the sun. As he watched her fold her body under the automatic doors and then rise back up, he saw her body jolt a little – her head was just barely grazing the ceiling.

“Woah, are you okay, babe?” Asher asked, coming up behind her, hoping that she hadn’t actually smacked her head into the ceiling.

‘Of couuuurse the ceilings aren’t high enough for me…’ thought Eloise to herself. She had been expecting that. But THIS low!? To the point where she reeeally, really had to crouch down like some old lady as she walked?? So dumb. Why did Daddy make her go here?

‘The doctor should be coming to ME from now on,’ she thought grumpily, ‘Especially since he doesn’t rent out a building big enough to accommodate me! I’ll be bringing that up with him first thing, let me tell you…’

But she suddenly perceived that Asher had just asked if she was okay.

“Huh? Oh...fine,” she muttered down at him, “Just kinda grazed my head there...what are these ceilings, like, 8 feet!? So low! Are you seeing this!? I look so stupid walking around like the wicked witch of the west or something!”

She suddenly realized that there were a lot of people in the waiting room, and that everyone was staring at her. She stared straight back at them, and of course they all looked away, scared out of their pants. This was one thing she DEFINITELY loved about being this big. So much other shit was such a pain...but being able to intimidate people like this, just by looking at them…it was just lovely.

Deciding that she was going to make a show of how few fucks she gave, Eloise plopped down on her big ass, straight onto the floor. One look at those waiting room chairs and she knew that if she tried to sit in one, it would crumble underneath her. What did she weigh again? 440 that morning? She put her open hand straight into Asher’s lap, palm-up, indicating that he should hold her hand…he did, and she squeezed, smiling slightly down at him. She was as tall as him, maybe a bit taller, even though he was actually sitting in a chair!

“We better not have to wait for long,” she said, loudly enough for everyone in the building to hear her, even though she wasn’t really raising her voice, “We’re exactly on time.”

A few seconds later, a rather frazzled nurse came hurrying out.

“Miss Beauchamp?” she asked, motioning for Eloise and Asher to follow her. The two of them had a bit of a struggle as they went into the examination room, but thankfully the ceilings in this particular room seemed a bit higher, maybe just enough for Eloise to stand as long as she wasn’t going up on her tiptoes. The doctor came in almost immediately, but with him, Asher, and Eloise, in the same space, the room felt very cramped.

“So…Ms. Beauchamp, you’re...really taking well to the treatment,” the doctor began, not even bothering to hide his astonishment, “My goodness, from our model, I believe you should be what now? 8’5?”

The doctor started as he stood up next to Eloise, clearly marveling at the fact that all of this was actually possible.

“Are you trying to test me or something?” Eloise asked, staring down at the doctor, not taking the bait for an instant, at least in her mind, “I was over 8’6 this morning, you know...almost 8’7.”

She saw the doctor blink up at her, and then stare straight forward and give Asher a side-eyed glance. Did he really think that she hadn’t seen that, either? She could feel herself starting to get antsy already. It felt so terribly cramped in this office...waaaaay too cramped, and right off the bat this guy was playing mind games with her.

“So does this mean that I’m in the 1%? The percentage that keeps growing...and growing?” she ventured, figuring that she would just cut through all the bullshit and get right to it.

Asher looked at the doctor, whose eyes told a story that Asher had known was coming.

“Let’s, uhm…let’s get you measured first and then we can talk all about it…” the doctor said as he ushered Eloise over to the wall. Measuring her ended up being a bit harder than expected, as the device just barely fit her in it at this point. It turned out that she was right, and that she actually was barely a smidge under 8’7. She was also now over 455 pounds.

“Ha!” Eloise exclaimed, smacking her hands into her belly and smirking down at Asher, “Gained five whole pounds since I woke up this morning!”

“Mhm…ah, yes…” the doctor said, after jotting down her measurements, his hand shaking slightly in the process, “From all of the testing we've done, and taking into account all the data...yes, Eloise, you ARE one of the 1% that will continue to grow...for at least another year…”

And here the doctor began to go over how this would change both of their lives completely, how accommodations would need to be made, and so on. The whole time, Asher felt like he was in a daze...almost seeing things through tunnel vision. She was already so big. Standing in this room, her head nearly scraped the ceiling…she was so thick, so strong, so…powerful...and this was all going to keep going, at an exponential rate, for another YEAR?!

Eloise could feel the excitement truly starting to well up in her now. She wasn’t really listening to anything else the doctor was saying, about all the life alterations and accommodations and how everything was changed now forever and blah blah blah...she knew all that. And, really, she had known that she was going to be in the 1%...she had known it from the get-go. But to actually hear the doctor say those words – that she would be growing on an exponential scale for another YEAR – it made her feel like soaking into those words like they were a warm bath.

So this really WAS just the beginning. She had been thinking of it that way before, but now that it was official...wow...things were going to get craaaaazy. And she was totally here for it. With sudden, exultant excitement, she reached down and swiped Asher up off his feet, holding him in the crook of her arm with his feet dangling way off the floor. Then, holding his face in her big hand, she kissed him deeply. She heard the doctor pause mid-sentence, and she laughed into Asher’s mouth, thinking it was funny. But she had her eyes closed, and so she just kept the kiss going, licking around the inside of his mouth some with her tongue as she felt her plush lips completely overcome his.

Finally, after like a minute or something, she pulled out of the kiss, staring deeply into Asher’s eyes, which were half-open and slightly unfocused from the impromptu intensity of the kiss.

“It's happening!” she whispered to him, her voice actually spasming a bit with emotion, before she suddenly broke out into girlish laughter, scrunching her nose up at him as she playfully ruffled his hair up with her hand. “So…you ready for what's coming!?”