The Brat, Ch. 05

A few days later, Eloise was sitting at the dining room table, a big bowl of spaghetti in front of her as she hungrily devoured it. Or, more accurately, it was her third big bowl of spaghetti. Asher had already had his bowl, and apparently he was full, because all he was doing now was sitting there staring, watching her eat. Eloise was completely fine with this -- she couldn't be fazed. It wasn't HER fault that she was this hungry, after all. Besides, eating like this felt good. It at least calmed her body down for a couple hours, since if she didn't eat heavy, at least three times a day, then she would REALLY start getting hunger pangs. All that shit could be kinda exhausting, with her body screaming at her to eat all the time. But the payoff had been... well... SHE'D been enjoying it, at least. Eloise knew that Asher had too (that sex last night... whoooo baby... she didn't think she'd ever made him cum THREE times in one go), but she could also tell that he was starting to get a little uneasy around her. Part of her enjoyed the attention, while Asher watched her, but part of her wanted him to quit looking at her with all that ridiculous puppy-dog concern in his eyes. He reminded her of Daddy when he looked at her like that... not sexy.

Speaking of which, Eloise remembered that her dad was coming home early from work today, just to, what did he say, 'have a look at her!?' Lol had he not SEEN her getting bigger? But she thought this was all because he had heard that she was over 6'3 now, and HE was 6'3, soooo... she was certainly looking forward to THAT. But in the meantime...

"What!?" she snapped at Asher in the middle of chewing. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"

'Three whole bowls...' Asher thought to himself as she took another bite... one for every time she had made him cum the night before... but hell, he didn't even know if this would be her last, with the way she was eating. She had been a bottomless pit lately, every few hours either eating a snack or having a whole ass meal; she seemed insatiable. Of course the growth hadn't stopped. She said the doctors had told her to come in later in the week to discuss the tests, but Asher didn't know what that really meant. They had been supposed to go shopping earlier, since Asher had noticed how her clothes weren't really fitting too well since this morning, but when her dad called and said he would be here later, that got canceled.

"Huh?" Asher replied, a bit startled by her voice, which had started sounding a bit different... deeper, more powerful, and, not to mention, actually annoyed. "Oh, sorry, uh... nothing, hun. I was just watching you eat and thinking a bit. Do you know what time your dad gets in?"

Asher and Mr. Beauchamp didn't know each other too well. Asher kind of felt like Eloise's dad didn't really approve of him dating her, but he couldn't exactly pinpoint if that was true or not. Was Eloise actually annoyed? He couldn't tell... there had been moments as of late where there were more mood swings than usual. That tended to happen... Asher was used to it... but now that Eloise was a bit over 6'3" (from the measurement this morning) the moods could be a bit more alarming at times...

Eloise dug back into her pasta, taking a few measured bites before answering, in the midst of her chewing:

"No idea... said he was coming in from work. Geez, don't be all nervous, he likes you. Or, I mean... heh, compared to everyone else he likes you."

She swallowed, and then leaned on her arm, staring at him for a few seconds before continuing:

"When you look at me like that it's like you think I have cancer or something -- look, I've got this condition, so what? I think it's great! Plus it's hilarious, since it's making everyone around me freak out.... but anyway, quit worrying about it. I've got that doctor's appointment in two days. Here, how about you come with me, alright, since you're so worried about me. And then you can watch when the doctor -- oh... hi Daddy!"

Mr. Beauchamp had just poked his head into the dining room, and he came on in, smiling in that "dad" way like he always did... he was never totally relaxed around Asher, but Eloise knew that her dad liked him.

'I mean, of course he likes him,' she thought. 'As much as I love to bitch and moan about shit, Asher is a keeper. He knows how to treat me right, PLUS he's good around my parents, my dad especially. The "man-talk" thing... and now he's coming around to hug me... geez, he looks even more concerned than Asher now. Great...'

"Has she gotten enough to eat?" Mr. Beauchamp asked Asher, "I'm worried about her, you know -- I mean, she really hasn't been eating too well lately. I'm afraid she's losing weight."

"Oh my god, shut UP!" Eloise exclaimed, trying to hide her smile. "You try growing like over a foot in two weeks and see how your appetite is, huh?"

She saw her dad extend his hand. "Hiya, Mr. Asher," he said, business-casual-like. "You doing alright? So she's... she's grown a bit more, I heard?"

Asher had been trying to answer Mr. Beauchamp's question, but Eloise hadn't let him get a word in edgewise. But now he was shaking his hand... the man of the house... the guy who had made this whole thing even happen. The richest man in the state... let alone probably one of the wealthiest in the country, coming into the room all slow and, honestly, a bit strangely. Maybe he was actually nervous around his daughter as well.

"Hey Mr. Beauchamp," Asher replied, but he was already messing with Eloise. At first, Asher couldn't tell if he was being serious, as his level of dry sarcasm at times went right over Asher's head. In any case, Asher made sure to take his hand and put it firmly in Mr. Beauchamp's... and it was a big one, since, after all, her dad was a big guy.

"I'm doing well," Asher continued, "And yes... heh, she has. I think we measured her at... what was it, Eloise? 6'3.2?"

Eloise saw her dad suddenly stand up taller, straightening his shoulders as he looked down to her.

"Oh really? 6'3.2? Is that right?" he began, and she rolled her eyes, heaving a big sigh.

"Oh god," she exhaled, "Heeeere we go -- Daddy's all of a sudden got impeccable posture."

She pushed her empty bowl away and turned in her chair, facing him.

"It's because you're afraid of looking short next to your daughter, isn't it? Well tough, because I'm taller than you now!"

She saw her dad grinning; was he really enjoying this? It was hard to tell with him sometimes; he hid his feelings well.

"Gotta see it to believe it," Mr. Beauchamp shrugged.

That did it.

'I know he's inviting me to do exactly what I want to do,' she thought, lightning-fast, 'But I've gotta be taller than him now. I'm in my socks, and Daddy's wearing his loafers, so maybe he's got an advantage over me -- we'll see...'

She rose all the way up out of her chair and faced him. At first glance, it appeared that they were the exact same height. That alone was incredible... her dad had always been so big compared to her. Well not anymore... she turned around, backing into him.

"Okay, Asher..." she ordered, "As the shortest person in the room, why don't you measure us back-to-back and see who's taller? And kick off those loafers, Daddy!"

"And make sure she doesn't cheat on her tiptoes!" Mr. Beauchamp shot back, laughing at Asher.

Eloise and her father's relationship was something Asher had never truly understood. He and his parents got along, but they never teased or messed with each other like this. His mother was a bit of a pushover and his dad was a bit of a drunk... an asshole, but hard working. Not a lot of time for joking and playfulness. As Eloise slowly rose up out of her chair, Asher remembered that they had actually measured her at 6'3.4", but that wouldn't be too much of a difference. Staring up at the two of them, while he was seated, Asher started to feel a bit nervous. He was always used to being shorter than her dad, but it used to be the two of them looking down at Eloise... so to hear her call HIM the shortest was a strange thing to hear.

Slowly, Asher stood up, and found the two of them, father and daughter, looking down at him... Eloise's eyes were now clear over his own head, able to stare at the top of his head with ease.

"Okay, babe," he caught himself, "I--I mean... Eloise." He went around to her back, "No cheating remember!" he chuckled, attempting to join in on the joking a bit, "And stand up, straight as you can." It took him a minute to be able to tell, since both of them were above him... but pretty soon the reality was plain to see.

"Mr. Beauchamp..." began Asher carefully, "I think your daughter's got you pretty fairly beat... by at LEAST a half inch."

Eloise closed her eyes and smiled proudly, then opened them again, positively beaming, as she whirled around to face her dad -- he was still half-turned around backward, like he couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

"Seeee!?" she laughed, pointing at him with her long finger "Told youuuuu!"

She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. "And that's without any of the new heels that I'm gonna get soon!"

'Nowww Daddy's turned around fully,' she thought smugly, drinking in the sight of his bewildered face, 'And he can't believe it... even though he's the one who signed me up for all this in the first place!'

"New... new heels?" Mr. Beauchamp blurted out, "Again? But... you got those other ones last week? They were very nice, but ohhh of course, you can't fit into them anymore."

Eloise nodded, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeeeeeahhh, gonna need ALL new stuff," she grinned, crossing her feet in front of each other. "But you'll be proud of me, since you always say I have no... god what's that dumb phrase you always use with me... oh yeah! DELAYED GRATIFICATION. You always say I don't have that, but --"

And here, she threaded her hand into Asher's, loving how much bigger it felt in comparison as she swung it back and forth.

"Asher's gonna take me shopping AFTER we go to my next doctor's appointment. I have to wait TWO WHOLE DAYS! See, Daddy, how's that for delayed gratification?"

Asher couldn't help but think that Mr. Beauchamp was a good sport, but even still, it was obvious that he was genuinely shocked by the whole spectacle. What Eloise had said earlier was true... it wasn't normal to grow this much in such a short span, and Asher didn't think her father had realized just how quickly his days were numbered as the biggest person in the house. Eloise swinging his hand around was playful, but it was a bit rougher than Asher would have chosen... but, not wanting to stir anything unpleasant up, he didn't say anything.

A bit later, they had retired to Eloise's room, and Asher watched as she was messing with her old clothes.

"I guess you're pretty happy about that huh?" he spoke up, standing next to her in her closet. "I actually wasn't expecting that..."

Eloise tossed one of her light purple JiffyShirt t-shirts into the pile that had been accumulating over the past couple weeks. She felt a little stab of sadness... that had been one of her favorite shirts... now there was no way she could even fit into it... but that was the whole point of going through her old clothes -- to get ideas for what new stuff to get after the doctor's appointment.

"Well I was," she replied, not looking at Asher as she picked up a pair of her jeans that had fit her perfectly three days ago. Now she couldn't even get her thighs in there. It was kind of annoying, this part of the whole growth treatment. Super-annoying, actually. But it was like Asher had told her, she had to adjust her attitude to realistic expectations... and she knew that she had pitched a fit at him after that, but yeah, yeah, he was right. The fact was that she was going to get taller, probably... and bigger, so she had to look forward to getting new stuff!

'See, his advice wasn't always bad,' she chuckled to herself, 'Heh, it was actually good a lot of the time.'

She turned around, holding her "old" jeans, suddenly feeling really good again.

"I mean, you saw how tall I was compared to him!" she laughed heartily, her whole body shaking with her mirth. "It wasn't even that close, was it? Like, I know you were careful and all, but it was obvious, wasn't it?"

Asher raised an eyebrow at Eloise's sudden excitement. Was this another one of those mood swings? Or was he just being overly cautious and sensitive?

"I mean, well, it wasn't, like, SUPER obvious," he said carefully, "Like I said, maybe a half inch if that..."

There was something in the way she was excited about this that was a bit different than Asher was used to. He didn't know how it made him feel, except, well... maybe a bit uneasy.

"You were definitely taller though..." he continued, shifting the whole scenario back to the end result of HER being the winner. This had always been a side to her that he knew, the ultra-competitive side, but right now it seemed to Asher like it was something else... and he didn't know why, but it made him nervous.

"I--I mean, it's pretty obvious with me now," he continued, figuring he should keep talking as he came closer to her. Standing up straight, he put his hand on the top of his head and moved it forward, his hand hitting just below her nose.

Eloise stood there, smirking down at him, not budging as he drew his hand from the top of his head to basically her upper lip. What was it about this new size and height comparison stuff that got her so excited!? Like, when Asher drew his hand up to her face like that, it felt like... foreplay or something.

'That's it...!' she thought, 'Foreplay -- that's EXACTLY how it feels. Haha oh god, this is ridiculous...!'

She could feel her cheeks getting red again, not out of embarrassment or bashfulness, but sheer lust. Was that weird?!

'Fuck it, who cares?' Eloise thought to herself hungrily, 'If it turns me on, it turns me on! And I'm not just gonna stand here -- I'm gonna play around and have some fun with it!'

She took a step up to Asher, closing the gap between them, so that she was literally looking down her nose at him. Her tits (which were bigger too!) were up against his lower neck.

"Yeah... it IS pretty obvious, isn't it?" she intoned in a low, sexy voice. "And you like it, don't you, Asher? I can tell... you've been looking at me different recently. I see you... you're checking me out even more than you did before... my tits, my ass... Heh, you know what I think... I think you LOVE it that I'm this much bigger and taller than you."

Eloise stepping forward a bit more made Asher tense up as she loomed down. Before just a few days ago it hadn't been as big of a deal, but now she was clearly bending her neck as she spoke.

"I, uh... liked it when you were just 6'1," Asher heard himself say, trying to encapsulate his feelings, "And now you're over 6'3"... I think I'm just liking that you're getting bigger than before. I don't know... it's a new feeling for me to be the little one." He paused, unsure of whether to reveal the next part, but he could feel Eloise's intense eyes on him, and figured he should just keep going:

"I sort of liked it when you said that I was the shortest in the room... I mean it's true but you know what I mean..."

Her low, sexy voice had gotten him out here explaining himself a bit too much, but Asher knew it was okay; he knew she wanted to hear it.

Eloise just kept standing there, enjoying how he felt the need to over-explain as a way to avoid showing how aroused he was, just from her standing close to him like this. Silently, she reached forward, putting her hands on his shoulders, taking care to notice how small the balls of his shoulders felt in her palms. She smiled down at him, squeezing both his shoulders like tennis balls. God, they were already so easy to play with.

"Yeah... I do know what you mean," she murmured, "And I liked teasing you about being the little one too. And I guess, uh, haha... I guess you're just going to keep looking even smaller, if I keep growing."

She tilted her head slightly as she continued rubbing his shoulders with her big hands.

"And I know, I know, we're not sure if I am or not," she kept on, "I guess the doctor will tell us, but... you wanna know something, Asher?"

She bent in close at his ear, whispering the next words with her full lips brushing his earlobe:

"I think that I WILL keep growing... I'm starting to think that I AM that one percent."

She straightened back up and spread her arms wide, laughing, since of COURSE she was that one percent. If she was being honest, she wasn't even surprised.

The thought that Eloise might be the one percent really got to Asher. He knew, statistically, that it was highly likely at this point, based on her growth so far, but what could that really mean? Would she grow to be over 7 feet tall? 8'0!? Would such a thing even be feasible? And when she leaned back and spread her arms, her full size on display as she laughed, Asher couldn't help but feel even smaller.

"I kind of like the sound of you being in that one percent, Eloise," he chuckled, before adding, a bit sheepishly as he stared up at her with genuine concern in his eyes, "Though, uhm... I am a little nervous about it... I mean right now you're tall, but it's still normal... if you keep going up like this, by the doctor's appointment in two days you'll be pretty much 6'5... and a few days later you're, uhh... you know, going to start getting annoyed with me because of the doorways... But do you really think it could keep going for longer than that? I mean, like... you know, what the brochures said... like past 8'0... and, like... exponential growth after that?"

Eloise looked down at him, straight in the eyes, without changing her expression. Her answer left him in no doubt of her true feelings:

"Yes, I do... actually... I KNOW it's going to keep going for longer. I can FEEL it, Asher. I can feel it in my bones."

She stretched her hands up toward the 10'0 ceiling, her long fingers wiggling like they were anticipating being able to touch it in a few short week's time.

"And guess what?" she added throatily, her cheeks on fire again as her eyes flashed down at him, "I can't wait."