The Brat, Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Did Eloise seriously have to do everything herself!? Honestly, if this was going to be the norm every day, just because of her height treatment, then she was going to make Daddy fire every fucking servant in the house. Because, like, how hard was it just to re-arrange a bedroom!? She wasn’t even talking about Sharon here...Sharon was tiny and couldn’t move a goddamn thing. But when everyone ELSE was involved – and Eloise didn't even know their names, really...some kitchen staff and a couple lawn guys – FOUR guys couldn’t get this done!? All she asked was that they move her three chest-of-drawers across the room to make space for her new bed, plus her nightstands and a few other chairs...nothing major...but of course they were all complaining that it was old-fashioned furniture, and heavier than it looked.

‘Puh-LEASE,’ thought Eloise, already borderline-disgusted, ‘Give me a break!!’

After a few more grunts and groans from the servants, she finally lost her patience and stepped in, shoving them aside as she started to move everything by herself. And it was easy...EASY! She had been moving shit for like a minute and she was already almost done! She could feel her jean shorts straining with her movements, and that black t-shirt that had fit her fine just yesterday was already starting to feel reeeeally tight. She actually didn’t mind any of that – she kinda liked it, in fact – but seriously, this 'oh all of a sudden we're too weak to work' shit was really getting on her nerves.

“THERE!” she boomed out, causing all four of the servants to jump as they blinked up at her. They legitimately looked scared...what was their problem? “It's ALL DONE…” and she clapped her hands like she was dusting them off. “That took me, like, a minute...a MINUTE! And you guys were just lollygagging around with your thumbs up your butt!”

She put her hands on my hips, staring at them heaving down below her, out of breath. Her heart rate hadn’t even gone up, and the job was done.

“You know,” she continued, beginning to feel truly angry as her voice rose into a more intense, louder decibel, “This shit is really pissing me off. You think that just because I'm all big now and almost 8 feet tall that you can slough off and not work! Aaaaaahh, aaaaahh don't try and talk over me! I'm making a point here! Asher is on the way, and hell maybe he's here already for all I know, and my room is STILL a mess, with all my old clothes laying everywhere. I had planned to clean all that up before but noooooo, I had to step in and do YOUR jobs for you! Maybe I should tell Daddy that everyone's gone soft around here! Jesus Christ!! Here come on, pick up my clothes and put them in my closet! You guys can lift those, can't you!?”

The more she talked, the madder she got. They all just looked so....puny, cowering there. They were seriously playing this 'fear factor' up, just to get out of working. She just knew it!

Elsewhere, Asher had just walked into the mansion and seen one of the workers taking what was left of Eloise’s old bed frame out, which was now just a piece of cracked wood. Her voice was echoing down the hallway, the marble floors resonating with her louder, deeper timbre, and Asher could tell that she was not having a great time. He didn't know what she was saying exactly, but he didn’t need to. Heading down the hallway, he saw a few more men scurry out of her room, their shirts soaked in sweat and dust, a few of them clutching the last broken shards of her old furniture in their hands as they hurried past. Asher remembered how Eloise had texted him the photo of her bed a day or two ago, specifically how it was bent over and broken on the floor.

And now, walking around the corner into her bedroom, there was no one left but her, and Asher could see her huge body leaning over the door to her closet. It was incredible – her knees were bent pretty low, and still, her shoulders were up against the top frame. Her shirt was splaying up her back, showing lots of skin from her lower torso, and her jean shorts were showing a lot of her ample under-butt. Looking around the room was a bit of a trip as well. All of the new furniture wasn't, well…wasn't her typical style. But it was big, or at least BIGGER. Asher couldn’t help but think that this new furniture took up most of the space in the room.

He cleared his throat.

“Hey, babe…So they got everything done?” he asked, not really noticing a lot of the dirty clothes that were still out and about, or the dust from everything having been moved at such a quick pace. He saw her body sort of jolt and then hit against the doorframe as he spoke.

Eloise’s anger only intensified as she felt a sharp pain from her lower neck smacking into the doorframe...but even as she whipped around with fire in her eyes, she was more angry at her whole situation than she was at Asher. It seemed like every fucking minute she was banging into something, or smacking into something else, or breaking god knows what. She'd already broken two lamps the other day, just from walking around. She hadn't even touched them – they had just fallen down from her footsteps. Freaking ridiculous. It was like the space around her was getting smaller and smaller. Daddy had called her on the phone and reminded her how big of a house they had...and Eloise had been like, ‘Well, it doesn't seem so big to ME anymore!’

“A little warning next time!?” she exclaimed crossly to Asher, stomping toward him a few paces before stopping and putting one hand on her hip as she rubbed her neck. “I'm already on edge, okay??”

She gestured around the room, which of course looked like hell. “See the state they've left everything in!? Absolutely insane...I'm seriously close to calling Daddy and DEMANDING that he fire all four of those lazy...urrrrggghhhhhh!!”

Eloise stopped herself, balling up her fists as she held them at her sides, trembling, panting as she tried to take deep breaths.

When she had bumped into the door, Asher had heard a little crack. Nothing seemed to have broken, but then he had seen her body unfolding out of her crouched position. It was odd watching such a gigantic body still moving like a normal person. He could hear her groan as she had bumped herself, and then he saw her eyes. She was still mad; there was no doubt about that. Her voice rose, and Asher realized that if it had been loud to him when he walked in, it must have been even more intense for the guys that had been in here when she was actually going off.

“Babe, it's okay…” Asher started to say, but it didn't matter as she came storming forward, her footsteps thumping and shaking the floor until she was right in front of him. His eyes were barely even level with her chest now…and, in all honesty, probably a bit below. Her breaths pushed and pulled her shirt that was already too tight as she seemed to try calming down.

“I told you I was coming at 5:30,” Asher continued, “But hey, look…I get it. I think it all looks great. Here, let me help,” he added, trying to appease her as he grabbed some of her clothes. With how much material was needed, it was like holding a piece of tarping or cover for a car, not to mention that a lot of them were torn or ripped. The pajama pants and jeans he picked up were hard to carry even with two hands, but he took them over to the closet. “Just tell me where you want them.”

Eloise sighed out, sulking for a few seconds as she stood there, still very annoyed, and somehow now also annoyed that Asher was trying to be so helpful. Why couldn't he just let her steam for a minute, without having to make her feel like she needed to calm down!? She took a few more deep breaths and then pointed halfheartedly over into her closet.

“Just...throw them in there,” she muttered, “They're all useless now...totally useless. So it's not like I'm gonna ever get to wear them again. Throw them in there and they'll call someone to pick them up tomorrow. I don't know, maybe the Salvation Army, who who the fuck knows?”

As Asher did what she said, she watched him moving gingerly across the floor with the armful of clothes, clearly struggling under the weight. Was it really that hard for him to walk with them!? It was just clothes! Was she seriously surrounded by a bunch of weaklings all of a sudden!? But then Eloise saw him stumble, and she couldn't stifle a laugh, even though she put her hand up to her mouth to try and muffle it. He just looked so...heh...so funny there for a second...stumbling with a giant armload of her clothes that were too small for her now. She suddenly had a comical vision of Asher buried – like, COMPLETELY buried – under an even bigger pile of her clothes…clothes that would be too small when she got bigger. MUCH bigger.

‘Maybe that'll actually happen,’ Eloise thought as she wandered over to her bedroom doorway and absentmindedly began to hang on the doorframe, leaning her weight onto it as she rested her forearms against it.

“I mean...maybe I WILL actually get that big…” she said aloud, not caring that Asher wouldn’t understand the thought process that had gotten her to that point, “The doctor is saying that it's looking more and more likely that I'm in the 1%, so...”

She stepped outside her door and leaned on the other doorframe, bending down so that she was peering back into her room, looking at Asher. This whole doorway looked seriously tiny. Had it always been this small!?

“So maybe you better bulk up, Asher,” she teased him suddenly, laughing, “Because you might have to carry clothes that are a WHOLE lot bigger than that pretty soon! Bulk up to carry your giantess girlfriend's clothes, heheh!”

Eloise stopped laughing suddenly, wondering if she had just heard something starting to crack in the doorframe. No, no, it was just her imagination, surely.

‘I swear to god,’ she thought furiously, ‘If I can't lean on my own fucking door without breaking something, I'm going to seriously lose it…’

Asher let out a deep breath as he tossed the clothes into the closet. When he had gotten in there and seen the rest of the pile, he was just shocked. All of THOSE were too small?? In a way it made sense, because with how Eloise was growing, it was like a revolving door of things...but he recognized a lot of this stuff, and he felt like she had just bought it. He wiped a bead of sweat away as he saw her now standing outside of the room, mumbling to herself.

“What do you mean get that big?” he called in response, feeling like he had come in halfway through the conversation. He emerged from the closet and stared up at her standing in the doorway. Or, more accurately, he stared at her torso, the bottom of her breasts, a bit of her hair, and her huge, shapely legs. Her head was high above the doorframe, and out of sight. Asher heard her hands push against the top frame as she leaned down, her face coming partially back into view as she kept talking.

It felt strange to Asher, seeing his girlfriend like this. She filled up the doorway so much, it felt like she SHOULDN'T be able to actually get into her own bedroom, but he knew that she could...for now, at least.

“I mean, babe, I work doing construction,” Asher replied mildly, “So I think I'm doing pretty well in keeping fit. Even though it's been getting harder to keep up with you,” he added, smiling. He saw her leaning down more, holding the top of the frame. He heard it crack a little more as she kept going lower.

Eloise was now fully leaning her head into her bedroom, with her hands still holding the doorframe on the outside as she leaned the rest of her upper body in as well. She couldn’t help but smirk down at her little boyfriend. Even through all this craziness, he still hadn't lost his sense of humor. Maybe this was why she kept him around...well that and a few other reasons, of course.

“Ooooh you work in CONSTRUCTION, huh?” she teased, leaning in towards him even more, “Building all those regular-sized buildings, for all those regular-sized people? Uh-uh...I don't think that's gonna cut it before long! I mean, if I keep up my growth rate, I'll be 8 feet tall in a few hours here, and then just imagine what I'll look like a week from now...or a month! I'll be HUGE! I won't even be able to fit into –”

CRACCCKKKK

Eloise suddenly felt her arms snap forward, and she would have stumbled a few heavy paces into her room if something else hadn't happened – she literally felt her forward momentum arrested, and she blinked down, totally confused, and saw that she was holding the top of her outer door frame in her hands, broken clean in half. But that was only part of it – she hadn't stumbled because her hips were literally wedged into the opening of her bedroom door! What the fuck!? She knew that she'd started getting into the habit of entering rooms sideways after she had smacked her right hip on the doorframe like two days before, but...still...what the hell was happening!? The door openings had never been THIS small!

“I....what the fuck...just happened?” Eloise murmured to herself. She was too stunned for a few seconds to even get angry. But then, almost absentmindedly, she took both halves of her doorframe and pressed them into each other...HARD...until they just snapped in half again. She didn’t really know why she had done this – it just sorta seemed like the thing to do. It helped too, to blow off some tension that she could already feel building up inside her. She was still stuck in the entrance, though...

Asher had been smiling, seeing her teasing back. It was intimidating, yes of course, but he had gotten used to that to some degree. And besides, she was being playful, rather than stewing in a sour mood like she had been doing before.

“Who knows,” Asher had begun, “Maybe your dad will have us build something for –”

But he had stopped right as Eloise started stumbling forward, the sound of the loud crack being the warning. Instinctively, Asher went forward to help her, but suddenly stopped, realizing that it might be better not to have her fall on him.

“Uhhh, are you okay?” he asked, but she already seemed to have stabilized...and that's when Asher saw why. Her hips were STUCK in the doorframe! She had just hit at the right angle...this was insane.

“Here, let me help you,” Asher said quickly, recovering and coming forward, just as he heard her break the awning that she had ripped off. Asher froze in place, stunned at her sudden display of strength. Her eyes had seemed to go from anger to almost enjoyment...like snapping those thick pieces of wood with her bare hands made her feel better. Cowed but still determined to help, Asher was about to come a bit closer when he heard another sound, and then felt a jolt of something whiz by his head and bang against the wall.

“What the hell was that!?” he said quickly, and, turning, he spied a metal button spiraling on the hardwood floor. Asher pivoted back and his eyes went immediately to Eloise’s jean shorts…and how they had opened up into a sudden spill of a fleshy triangle and tight black panties where they were meant to be buttoned.

Eloise felt her jean shorts spring open as the button came flying off. She knew that she should have been mad about that, but something about seeing that button shoot past Asher’s head, and the way he had flinched, and the way her shorts were suddenly wide open...she just couldn't help it! She started cracking UP, dropping the ruined doorframe wood in broken pieces at her feet as she spread her arms wide at him.

“See this!?” she burst out, her laugh getting harder, “See how ridiculous my life is now, Asher!? I was literally just standing here...STANDING STILL...and this shit happens....and next second I'm stuck in my freaking doorway, with a ruined doorframe. You can't make this stuff up. Hold up, no, no, I don't need help...here, watch – let me just twist out of this here real quick...one, two...THREE!”

She suddenly jerked her hips around, and it worked alright. The trouble was, though, that her weight had snapped the two long frames on either end of the door, so that the opening partially caved in. It was still there, big enough for Asher, maybe...but now she would have to crawl to get out. Eloise stood there, staring at it for a while, not knowing what to feel. She didn’t really know…sure, she was irritated that she had just basically destroyed her doorway...or, more like, it had just collapsed on her. But of course all that would be fixed in a few hours. She just kept staring at it, though, thoughtfully...like she was trying to put her finger on something. Like, was all of this actually REAL? It seemed like something out of a dream...had she really just done that!? She couldn't be that strong! There was just no way! The wood must have been rotten or something. Eloise suddenly got an idea, and, reaching down, she took one of the pieces of doorframe up and handed it to Asher.

“Here,” she ordered, pointing at it, “Try and break that...I think the wood's, like, moldy or weak or something.”

She took up another piece just like it and snapped it in two easily, in less than a second.

“See?” she said, letting the pieces clatter to the floor, “Something's wrong with it.”

Asher stood in silence as this whole scene unfolded. Just as quickly as Eloise had fallen, she had caused the entire doorway to cave in. Dust was still settling as she stood back up to her full height, examining the damage before he heard her chuckling from up above. Was she serious right now? All the while, Asher’s mind was trying to figure out if she looked bigger than when he had come in just a few minutes before. He knew there couldn't have been that much growth, but the fact that her button had just popped off…?

“Wait, you want me to do what?” he asked blankly as she shoved the wood into his hands. It was crazy – the doorframe fragment had looked like a thick branch in Eloise’s hand, but in Asher’s it was clearly a 2x4 piece of board…thick, sturdy board. There was no way he could break this with his own hands...and not only that, it was clearly not rotted. Sure, it was old, but in generally good condition.

“Honey, I don't think…” he began, before he heard her snap another piece right then. He decided to change his approach, figuring that maybe if, instead of arguing, he showed her how impossible it was for him, it would help to dispel whatever strange dysmorphia she had going on.

“HmmmmPf...ugh…No...hmpfff...see, Eloise?” Asher said, his face reddening with the effort he was making, “I don't think it's the wood. I think it might be...guhhh…”

He couldn't even bend the board, not if his life had depended on it. He could feel the muscles in his arms starting to spasm from how much force he was exerting.

Eloise stood there watching her boyfriend...apparently struggling with this tiny piece of old wood...and her smile got wider.

‘Thank god, again, for his sense of humor!’ she thought happily to herself, ‘I love that he’s always playing around, even in a situation like this, when he should be tiptoeing around me because I’m supposed to be mad right now.’

“You're really messing with me, huh?” she laughed, sticking her tongue into the side of her cheek as she looked down on him, his eyes actually beneath her breasts. “This is your idea of a joke, huh? Haha okaaaay, okay, yeah, that's right, keep going, keep struggling, that's it...damn your face is getting all red…”

She suddenly stopped, her smile falling a bit. She didn't understand.

“Hold up…” she said softly, “You're....you're really not kidding...!?”

A bead of sweat rolled down Asher’s face as he looked up at his enormous girlfriend. Her face looking down at him almost felt like he was in the shadow of an older kid on the school yard...she was realizing that he couldn’t play as rough as she could. He started to breathe slower now, putting the wood to the side as he shook his head.

“No, babe, I'm not joking,” he panted, “That shit is way too hard for me to even think about breaking...it probably would even be hard with a table saw.” He still needed to catch his breath a bit as he looked forward and back up, her breasts heaving in and out with each breath she took, right next to my face.

Silently, Eloise bent down, looking at Asher the whole time, as she picked up the piece of wood he had just put down. With two hands, barely even TRYING....she snapped it in two, letting the pieces clatter onto the floor as she stared at him, her hands outspread. Her eyes searched his face up and down. He was certainly doing a good job of PRETENDING that he had been trying just then...but she really couldn’t tell...she really couldn’t.

“I don't get it,” she bluntly, blinking down at him, “I don't even know if you're playing around or not…”

She stared sideways at the broken doorway, suddenly experiencing a spasm of emotion. She felt like crying for a second, and then she felt like laughing again, and then she just...felt like going outside.

“Come on,” she said, reaching down for Asher’s hand, making up her mind that she wasn’t going to stand there and wait for herself to either burst out crying or laughing, “Let's just...go on a walk while they fix all this shit up.”

Asher heard it in her voice. She was actually confused. But how could she not realize the difference in strength between the two of them? He hadn’t realized just how much this growth could warp her sense of strength, of space, of…everything. To him, it was all quite simple: she was huge, nearly 8 feet tall at this point. But maybe, in her mind, it was all still too new? Before he could say anything, though, her giant hand engulfed his as she yanked him forward, and they started walking. Or rather, Asher started jogging to keep up as they left through the freshly-broken doorway, Eloise impatiently clearing away the last splintered remnants with one hand as she led them out.

[The next chapter skips ahead a week...]