The Brat, Chapter 4 (Patreon)

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Chapter 4

The next day, Eloise was lounging on the sofa as usual, watching TV, waiting for Asher to come over. She didn’t know what had come over her, but ever since she had been getting taller, she felt the urge to be a bit more...active – she had even gone on a walk around her estate earlier in the day, and a rather brisk walk, at that...to get her heart rate up. Prone to lazing around, Eloise had been surprised by how invigorating the walk had felt. And it certainly made it more fun to wear her cute little pink barbie workout clothes.

‘Heh, too bad Asher didn't get to see me in those,’ she thought to herself, absentmindedly eating big spoons of peanut butter every few seconds as she watched one of her reality shows. But her mind wasn’t really on the vapid, banal show; she had started to daydream.

‘Maybe Asher and I could work out together one of these days,’ she thought, her mind starting to get excited. ‘And maybe I could even lift more weight than him or something, now that I'm taller! Oh my godddddd that would be sooooo hilarious!’

She imagined the shocked look on his face, and she actually started playing with her nipples, thinking about it. She would ruffle his hair and pretend like he was her little brother or something like that...and as she continued to fantasize about what it might be like, she found herself intensely hoping that she kept it up with the growth spurts.

‘I'm really starting to love this,’ she thought, ‘And even though it mega-sucks about clothes and all, at least Asher can take me shopping all the time now, heh…’

Eloise could feel herself starting to get antsy, waiting for him. She was pretty sure she had grown more since yesterday...maybe even more than she ever had before. But she was holding off until Asher got here, just to see...and then, just when she was about to start getting annoyed that he was dragging his feet, the doorbell rang.

Asher said hello to Sharon as she opened the door for him. It was a bit hard to look her in the eye after yesterday's little show that Eloise had put on. When they had walked in for her meal, she had insisted on everyone understanding that she was, in fact, taller than him now…and with her platforms it was very obvious. Sharon had then been forced to confirm this aloud, and while it wasn't super awkward...it didn't exactly feel great on Asher’s end…not to mention how Eloise had then proceeded to scarf down that food afterwards in record time. But despite the awkwardness, Asher had to admit, after going home and thinking on it, that the idea of having a taller girlfriend wasn't so bad. Besides, it was only just a bit of an inch more...well...at least it had been yesterday. Walking into the media room, his heart beating a bit nervously, unsure of what to expect, he found Eloise sitting across the sofa, her long body and pink clothes taking up so much space.

"Hey, babe..." he said, standing near the doorway and leaning against it slightly.

Seeing Asher come in, Eloise yawned and stretched her body out on the sofa, making sure to suggestively cross her long, creamy legs for him as she reached her arms up above her head in a prolonged, exaggerated stretch. She could already tell that he was a bit unsure, walking in cautiously, and not with the usual energy that he usually did. Ordinarily she would have been annoyed by this kind of timid behavior, but she was in way too good of a mood to ruin it because Asher couldn’t handle having a girlfriend who was taller than him. Speaking of which, noticing that he had stopped a ways away, near the doorway, Eloise KNEW that it was because he thought that she was about to spring up and come greet him.

‘Ohhhh no,’ she thought, yawning out again, ‘You're not gonna get it that easy.’

She lifted her bare foot up (she was wearing her pink soffes and a white t-shirt after her shower, not her usual expensive wear, figuring that she had endured a heavy workout day and deserved to relax) and wiggled her toes at him.

"Come heeeeere, Asher!" she giggled at him. "Come heeeere! Haha, you're standing there like you're afraid of me – come clooooserrr, I'm not gonna bite!"

Asher’s heart rate continued to rise as she beckoned him over, her toes waving to him like a hand. He wasn’t close enough to her, but if he had to guess, at least by the way her shirt was fitting, she had grown again since he left yesterday.

"Oh, okay..." he said, still feeling that same, strange nervousness as he came closer. "I know..I know...I was just making sure you were awake."

It wasn’t like Asher to lie, either, but he didn’t know how else to cover himself. Coming closer, his eyes were drawn to her legs…and they looked fantastic. The added length made her proportions perfect.

"How are you feeling today?” he asked, standing over her next to the couch. “Sharon said you went on a pretty long walk?" He placed his hand on the top of her head, and gently massaged her hair. It was a weird sensation to notice that even her head felt larger. "Feeling antsy or something?"

Eloise blinked up at Asher as he massaged her hair. As catty and rambunctious as she felt right now, she had to give it to him — he reeeally knew how to treat a girl right, rubbing her in the right spots at the right times. He had always been good with that.

‘Not like that loser Chase or that total deadweight Calvin,’ she thought, leaning her head into Asher’s massaging hand as she hummed out pleasantly. ‘My GOD. Can't say why I was ever into them...oh wait, I remember, they both had fucking donkey cocks, lol...can only get you so far though. Now Asher...he’s got the FULL package.’

And without even giving him a warning, she reached out and grabbed his cock and balls through his pants, massaging them with her hand as she looked deviously up at him, sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth.

"Hmmm, antsy…you could say that," she purred up at him. "Ansty for some ACTION...it's been a few days. A few days too LONG if you ask me. And speaking of long...and thick...mmmmmm!"

She massaged him even more, delighting in how surprised he seemed. The two of them had never really fooled around too much in the common area of the mansion. But something about the way Eloise had been feeling lately...she just didn't care.

"Yes, I had a long walk, and I feel wonnnnderful. Just been waiting for you, is all."

Asher could feel Eloise relaxing as he rubbed her head, but then had been shocked and stood up straight just as her hand had grabbed onto his member…and not necessarily gently, either...her squeeze was hard and to the point.

"Woah…!" was all he could get out before she kept talking. Asher could see how her legs had squirmed a bit when she had said how long it’d been. And it had...the last time had been when Eloise was just hitting 5'8, probably...which, in retrospect, wasn't actually that long ago. It sure did feel like it, though.

"Oh?” he asked, cracking a knowing smile down at her, “Are you needing someone to help with a certain ache that isn't just growing pains?" Her longer fingers continued to hold onto him, massaging and bouncing his package in her hand. It was odd how her fingers being longer felt so much different on his cock, so much more present and confident.

Eloise moaned out in pleasure, feeling like a luxurious cat being pampered as she softly gyrated her body from side to side on the sofa, taking care to show Asher her curves – she was pretty sure that she hadn’t just gotten taller; she had gotten thicker too: wider hips, more ass, slightly bigger tits.

‘Not that I wasn't a knockout before, of course,’ she thought, her thoughts starting to spiral in on themselves from her heightened arousal. ‘But...I mean...you can always get better, right? Isn't that what all those fitness freak dudes on instagram say? Not that I watch them or anything...or, at least, Asher doesn’t know about that. But hey, I've got a high sex drive, what can I say!?’

She wasn’t quite ready for sex just yet, though. And, seeing Asher’s hands going to her tits, she grabbed them and held them back, taking pleasure in her coquettish display, and how it was frustrating him.

"Nooooo, not yetttttt..." she giggled in a sexy, drawn-out moan. "First I wanna see...just how you measure up....to me." And she suddenly pushed him back from the sofa, giving herself space, and slowly started standing up.

Asher’s hand had been so close to Eloise’s left breast before he felt the force of her hands pushing him away. It wasn't super hard, but it was definitely noticeable and more force than he would have ever expected from her.

"OH...okay..." he chuckled, pushing his now-hard cock down a bit before he watched her start to get up. Her tone was cute and sensual...but there was this added bit that he couldn't quite get out of his head when she had finished that last bit of the sentence.

"You haven't measured today?" he asked, watching her standing up. He heard a little crack from her hips..or maybe it was her legs. She must have been sitting for a while…
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Eloise made sure to rise up off the sofa slowly, even though she wanted to just spring right up and compare heights immediately. But she had the self-control to do it slowly, savoring the moment.

‘Daddy'd be proud of me,’ she giggled in her head. ‘What did he try and tell me once? About some experiment with kids and marshmallows and delayed gratification or whatever? Ugh, mumbo jumbo science-y stuff, whatever…’

Eloise kept rising, up, up, up, past Asher, until she was staring right at the space directly above his eyebrows...plus, she realized with a thump in her heart, Asher still had his shoes on, which gave him an extra half-inch! She grinned down at him, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, noticing with a thrilling throb in between her legs how he stumbled backward a bit from her leaning on him like this.

"Heyyyy there, shorty," she teased him, swaying her shoulders back and forth in the midst of her embrace. "You look a little smaller today..."

Asher’s heart sank a bit as Eloise took her time rising up to greet him, but when she finally got up to her full height, it was clear that his previous question didn't matter. She HAD grown, and was probably a bit taller than she had been with her shoes on yesterday. Asher had gotten a bit used to Eloise being that tall, until she had taken her shoes off later that night, taking them back to basically even height.

"I...I don't think I got smaller, babe,” Asher chuckled, “But you definitely got bigger!" He stared up at her before catching himself from the sudden weight of her arms against him. But he was sure that, from her perspective, he did look smaller...she had been saying that for a while, but now that she was actually bigger than him...Asher couldn't believe it was actually true.

Eloise silently brought her face up even closer to Asher’s, so that their noses were almost touching. They hadn’t play-danced like this in a while, and she was actually really into it.

‘Maybe we should take up ballroom dancing,’ she thought, taking the lead as she “danced” with him around the room. ‘HA…in front of a crowd of people! And, like, if I get up to like 7 feet, wearing a glittering, expensive white dress, with Asher on my arm, dwarfing him, leading him instead of him leading me, lol...everyone would stare. It would be AMAZING…’

But then she heard him quibble with her previous words, and felt herself getting aggressive.

"Do you really think it matters," she asked, point-blank, bringing them both to a sudden stop, "Whether I got bigger or you got smaller? The point IS...that I'm taller than you..."

She glanced down at their bodies, rubbing her long thighs up against his. "Aaaand I think I'm actually bigger than you too! What do you think about THAT, Asher, hrmmm? That make you uncomfortable? That make you feel less manly? Orrrrr…” – and here she seized his cock and balls again – "Do you kinda like it?"

Asher could quickly deduce that Eloise was losing patience with him when he tried to correct her. Her tone, while still flirty, definitely had an edge to it now. And even through her excitement, the edge in her voice remained when she reminded him that she was taller...and bigger. Asher couldn't actually confirm that she was truly bigger than him...nor did he really want to, at least not now. But he didn't know if he could take knowing it for sure.

"No, it doesn't make me feel less manl– " but Asher didn't have time to finish responding, as Eloise’s hand once again had reached into his pants and wrapped around his cock. Her squeeze was less tight than before, but she was definitely showing control, and maybe even restraint. Asher had to admit, the combination of her tone, him looking up to her eyes that little bit, and her proximity...it was quite thrilling, and made him feel some sort of way that he had never felt before.

"I…sort of…do like it," he admitted, feeling a bit like jello as she held him in place by his dick.

Eloise blinked at her boyfriend, their eyes locked in fixed contact for a few seconds. Normally, she was the one to react first, but Asher had actually surprised her this time. She hadn’t expected him to be so...easy with admitting such a thing. He had been so quick to drop the masculine attitude and just...what was the right word…

‘Submit!’ thought Eloise suddenly. ‘That’s the word!’ She could feel the heat building up inside her in response, and she knew that she was visibly blushing now. But it wasn’t because she was feeling shy or embarrassed; it was because she was turned-on…and this wasn’t even like the usual kind of arousal she felt. It was different, something new to her. Something better. Generally, when Eloise was aroused, she made it clear, in no uncertain terms, that she wanted to take charge and pleasure her, but right now, she was realizing that she actually didn’t care about feeling his cock inside her. What she really wanted to do right now was to TAKE his cum, to make him feel good, to be the one who was stimulating HIM, the one taking charge.

In a flash, she reached down, unbuttoned his pants, and thrust her hand straight down his underwear, seizing hold of his big cock, which, as she already knew, was VERY hard already. With them still standing there, she leaned into him, rubbing her body up against his, going slightly up and down, up and down, as she started stroking his cock.

"Ohhhh Asher..." she breathed into his ear as she stroked him, "You're soooo hard...I can feel the blood pumping through your cock...you really DO like me taller and bigger, don't you? You LIKE me taking charge, huh?"

Asher wasn’t able to stifle a sudden, soft moan as Eloise began stroking him, and he could feel her other hand against his back as she pushed herself against him, her bigger breast against his chest. He nodded as she whispered into his ear, his pants around his ankles now as her hand kept going up and down.

"I...I kind of do, Eloise..."

Asher wasn't lying, but his reaction might have also been the horniness of having Eloise touching his dick, and just being so forward.

"I've never felt this before..." he continued in a hushed voice as he shivered a bit from her hand hitting just the right spot. He moved his arm around and put his hand on her ass, her little pink shorts tight against her butt. He could feel the goosebumps raised up on her skin. He gave her ass a squeeze, feeling the handful that it was becoming.

"You get...umpf...to make me cum..." he blurted out, meaning to imply that she was obviously controlling the situation this time. But as soon as the words escaped his lips, Asher knew he had slipped up.

Eloise quickly sped up her handjob, laughing in Asher’s ear at the nerve of him to tell her what she "got" to do.

"Oh yeah?" she breathed into his ear, thrusting her big thigh in between his legs and forcing his cock upward while she jerked it. "I GET to make you cum? Hahaha...how about...I'm GOING to make you cum, and you're gonna spew that stuff aaaaaall over yourself. How about that? That sound good to you?"

She sped up even faster, breathing in an exaggerated panting way in his ear, until she felt him start to tense up. She knew what was coming next, and she wanted to make it even more intense. Leaning in even closer, with her thigh still between his legs, she thrust her tongue into his ear, licking and lapping at it hungrily, and biting his earlobe. The next moment she was giggling, because she had KNOWN that would finish him – he was starting to cum.

"Hrrrrggghhhhh…!" Asher groaned out. That was all it had taken, a furious lick, a soft bite...he felt his knees buckle a bit, but Eloise had him held up pretty well as he started to spasm. It was a whole lot of cum...a whole lot…and she didn't even pull his underwear down as it started to spew around her hand as she slid it up and down his cock, with each passing second only making it more sensitive. His eyes looked over to hers for a moment, and it was clear that she was loving it. Asher saw her stand up a bit straighter again, making them not level anymore, and for some reason that just got a little bit more cum out of him. For a moment, he just breathed hard, finally feeling her hand beginning to slow down.

"Eloise...that...Jesus Christ..." Asher panted as he started to come to again, the ‘horny brain’ shutting off and the ‘I'm standing in her media room with cum-filled boxers’ taking over.

Eloise stepped away from him, her hand glistening with his cum as she bit her tongue, surveying her work in all its glory. Asher was standing there looking ridiculous with his pants all around his ankles, and yet...something about that sight of him, with that big cock still hard, still dripping into his boxers, looking a little lost, a little helpless, and VERY satisfied at the same time...something about the whole picture made Eloise even hornier than she was before. But, oddly again, she didn’t actually feel like sex at the moment, or even having an orgasm herself. She just...felt satisfied, having done that to him. And then, in the spur of the moment, suddenly inspired, she did something she didn’t usually do – she brought her hand up to her mouth and started licking Asher’s cum off. Normally, she didn’t swallow, since she thought cum tasted gross, but, strangely, she didn’t even mind it right now. It felt hot, eating his cum in front of him, being taller and bigger than him. She almost felt like...like a lioness or something.

"Yeah?" she quipped, continuing to lick his cum off as she spoke, "That feel good?" She suddenly hoped that Sharon would walk past and see them like this – what a trip that would be! "But I guess you'll need some new underwear, huh?" An idea had popped into her head.

As she had stepped back, there was a part of Asher that saw the “old Eloise.” She always had loved to please and there was a bit of that "I did a good job" look on her face as she stared ahead at him. Only now it was strange because she was taking up so much more space, and was the bigger of the two of them in the room.

"I really...really liked that..." he said earnestly, before he looked down and then back up to her. "Yeah I, uh…I probably should get some new boxers and a couple of tissues don't you think?"

Asher laughed, starting to get back into his old self. But his mind was racing…the way she had swallowed his cum, he could tell it wasn't just her trying to be sexy. It was almost like she thought she could get a little bit of nutrition from it as well.

"I don't think cum has very many calories, by the way," Asher teased as he began lifting up his pants. "Got any old pairs of my stuff lying around?"

"Oh trust me," Eloise intoned, turning on her heel and striding swiftly out of the room as her voice got louder so he could still hear her, "I need all the calories I can get. I ate four eggs today for breakfast – FOUR – plus toast and marmalade AND a big cup of that high-protein Greek yogurt stuff...what's it called, oh whatever, point is, the 4% milkfat version. LOTS of calories, and I was still hungry like an hour later! Just sit tight there, I'll be right back."

She smiled to herself, imagining Asher’s expression when he saw what she was bringing back. A minute later she returned, holding a pair of pink soffes identical to the ones she was wearing. She shook them playfully at him.

"Little guy made a mess,” she teased, arching her eyebrow at him, “And NOW he gets to wear these as punishment, haha!"

From Asher’s perspective, hearing about Eloise’s breakfast, she had made it seem like it was just four eggs at first...and then, hearing the rest, he knew that she was definitely now out-eating him.

"Wow, and you're obviously already hungry again," he laughed, but she had already left the room, talking back at him as she did whatever it was she was doing. Those long legs must have made her quite a bit quicker, though, because in no time she was already back and holding up those pink 'shorts' or whatever they were.

"Are you serious?" Asher exclaimed as he took them. "I mean…I guess they could at least be comfy…”

They looked to Asher like they might be tight. He slipped off his boxers and took a few tissues to wipe up, and then started to slip on the soffes...and was actually shocked to find they fit pretty well. They were tight around the waist just a bit, but the length and width of the legs wasn't actually bad.

"Hmm...I guess couples do matching outfits that are worse," he joked looking over to her.

But Eloise wasn’t really listening to Asher at the moment – instead, she was laser-focused on how the soffes fit him...this was her whole idea, to see how much he filled them out, and whether SHE actually filled them out more. She felt a wave of smug happiness wash over her when she saw that, yes, in fact, she DID fill them out more – maybe his waist was still a little bigger than hers, but...she walked up to him, and lined their legs up next to each other.

"Wowwww!" she grinned at him, her mirth spreading from ear to ear, "Check that out! Are you seeing this? Look at how much my thigh fills it out! There's like, no room to spare – but with yours…" – and here she stuck her finger in between his thigh and the loose fabric, wiggling it around – "Hahaha, there's still plenty of room!"

Elated, Eloise turned Asher around, and laughed as she saw the extra loose fabric on his butt.

"Same thing with the ass!” she exclaimed gleefully, “Check it!"

She turned around, so Asher could see how tight the soffes were on her ass, compared to hers. She did a little butt-shake for good measure, giving her left cheek a hearty slap to round it all off.

"Watch out, Asher!” she laughed in his face, shaking her finger sexily, “Your girl's got some MEAT on her now!"

Asher couldn’t really do much as Eloise started poking and prodding him again, making it apparent that she filled the shorts out more. For a second, he felt like she was going a bit too far, but he knew that it was just her being excited. With her leg lined up against his, hers was obviously longer, but damn...the thickness of her thigh really drove home that she had grown a lot, and not just vertically. Asher knew better than to say what his brain wanted – that she had been eating more...or to tease her that she was getting fat (she wasn’t). But he really was starting to think that she probably weighed about the same as him, if not more…

"I…uh, haha…I can't say I don't mind it,” Asher chuckled out loud, not betraying his internal discombobulation, “You know I always loved having a little bit extra to squeeze."

He reached down and grabbed Eloise’s ass, making her whoop and spring up playfully on her toes. He was playing the role of ‘boyfriend’ once again, and not ‘submissive little guy...but Asher couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he could keep playing that former role, before Eloise got too big.