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A couple days later, Eloise was curled up in what used to be her favorite easy chair in the sun room, which overlooked the back terrace and the rolling greenspace of her estate. The thing was, she didn’t really fit in the chair AT ALL anymore. The only way she could “sit” in it was if she sort of draped her body over it….awkwardly. It was still okay, but not nearly as comfortable as it used to be. She was playing Candy Crush on her phone, but she wasn’t doing so well since the screen was so tiny, and it wasn’t really responding in the proper, expected way to her fingers touching it.
‘What, so smartphones are only for little people now!?’ she thought huffily to herself, ‘What the hell??’
To make matters worse, all those sexy clothes she had been wearing a few days before? She could barely fit into any of them anymore. Her father had ordered more, but still…oh my GOD it was so annoying!
‘The only shit that fits me are these ugly-ass grey sweatpants and big, giant, oversized blue sweatshirt,’ she whined internally, ‘And I think Daddy must’ve gotten this at Goodwill or something; it smells weird. Even after going through the laundry twice, I can STILL smell the Goodwill on it.’
Asher was sitting on the sofa across the room, doing whatever it was HE was doing and…FUCK! In the blink of an eye, Eloise lost the game on her phone.
“God DAMN it!” she burst out, and she threw her phone across the room, so that it smashed into the wall and broke. She instantly regretted doing that, and the regret only made her madder.
“The fucking SCREEN doesn’t even respond to my fingers anymore!” she shouted. She spread her massive hands in front of her face, trying to understand. “Like, what’s going on!? All of a sudden now that I’m big, nothing works!?”
Asher jerked out of his reclining position on the sofa opposite Eloise, startled out of browsing their pictures on the internet. The photos from their night at the basketball game had actually gone viral, and of course Eloise had already made a huge deal of it, but there was this part of Asher that was worried. For the time being, her changes had been private. He knew…the family knew…people around them (their servants, the maids, etc) knew…but now this 6’10 bombshell (she was already taller now) was a big new story. What would happen when people realized what was going on with her?
Asher had heard her deep sighing as he was looking at the article again, and then he heard the loud, jarring shout and the phone hit the wall in a smash, a little divot making clear that that phone was broken.
“Woah, woah…!” Asher exclaimed, sitting up as Eloise began ranting. He had started to notice that she was sounding slightly different at this size; it had been happening gradually, but it was clear now that she sounded just…”bigger” when she spoke…a little lower, but still feminine and cute, if that was possible.
“What happened?” Asher asked, trying to calm her down a bit. This mood of hers had been going on since yesterday, but it had been especially bad today when they found out that the new clothes wouldn’t be in for another two days or so.
Eloise whirled around to face Asher, gripping the arms of the chair with her hands. She could feel it reeeeally starting to boil up in her now. Nothing was going her way. Nothing.
“What happened!?” she repeated loudly, “I’ll tell you what happened — that phone is fucking USELESS to me. I’m literally trying to move the candy around on the screen like EXACTLY the way I’ve always done, and it’s like I’m a ghost or something…no response, no nothing! And it’s not just that stupid game either! It’s just ridiculous texting and trying to type things into Google and all the rest of it! My fingers are too big for the fucking screen! Have you ever heard anything so DUMB?? Am I actually gonna have to get a “special” phone for big people!? Probably will cost like twice as much too. Maybe Daddy can call Apple or Samsung or whoever and see what the hell is going on!”
She huffed out a sigh and leaned back in her chair…and there was that groaning sound again. Almost like the damn chair was insulting her. It was really starting to get on her nerves.
She had gotten so big that Asher imagined that he could feel the currents of anger through the air. He thought back to how Eloise had been texting a few days before. Her texts had been getting shorter and more terse for no discernible reason. Now he knew why.
“I mean, you could always just try to find a bigger phone,” Asher replied, trying to be reasonable. “Maybe use an ipad or something for now. The ipad mini isn’t that much bigger, but seems like it could be useful?”
He was trying to solve the problem, but Eloise just leaned back against the chair, letting out that deep breath again. She just took up so much space. Asher got up and grabbed her phone from the floor and looked it over. The screen was just a multicolored panel and cracked in a million different places. He felt like he needed bursa escort to try again.
“Maybe…uhm…I can go ask Sharon if she can go get someone to run out and get one for you?”
Eloise just languished there in the chair for a few seconds, with her eyes closed. She knew that Asher was being reasonable right now, and trying to be sweet…but at this particular moment, she didn’t feel like appreciating the fact that she had a good boyfriend. She just wanted to…wanted to BREAK something. She suddenly bolted out of her chair, her fists clenched. This whole thing…it didn’t seem fair. She felt like she had been set up. All the growth and the added size and towering over people…it was awesome…but it was all this extra shit that the doctors hadn’t prepared her for: feeling like a fucking alien in her own house, in her own clothes.
“No, don’t go ASK Sharon,” she said, stomping over to Asher, glowering down at him. “Go TELL her that I NEED a new phone…NOW. And one that’s BIG enough for THESE HANDS, OKAY?”
She held her hands up and wiggled her fingers, spreading them wide.
“Not big enough for YOUR hands, all right? I mean, just…just look at this –“
She bent down, seized his hand, and held it up to hers, forcing his fingers apart.
“Like…LOOK at that!” she exclaimed, her eyes going wide. “Your fingers come up to mine like HALFWAY!”
She blinked a few times, studying the comparison. She DID kind of enjoy this stuff now, she had to admit….but no, no she was angry, she had to stay angry…but this was too much fun, and, despite herself, she suddenly found herself cracking a grin.
“Damn…Asher, your hand is so tiiiiny compared to mine!” She couldn’t help but laugh a little, even as she still felt the angry heat in her face. She looked down at him, feeling a strange hunger to keep teasing.
“How does that make you feel?” she asked challengingly, curling her fingers over the top of his, “Seeing our hands like this? Cause it makes ME feel like I’M running the show.”
Asher couldn’t even react to how quickly Eloise had bolted up out of the chair and come to him. Had she not been his girlfriend, his animal brain would have probably taken over, and he would’ve just run for it. In just a few seconds, there she was, towering over him, looking pissed and upset and telling him what he HAD to do.
“Okay, yeah, no we’ll get you a new phone,” he had said quickly, as she grabbed his hand and forced it against hers, splayed out and massive. That was something Asher was still getting used to. His hand was so obviously dwarfed. She was exactly a foot taller than him now, and by the end of the day would probably be a little more.
“I get it, I get it,” Asher nodded, trying to calm her down, “Yeah, these phones aren’t meant for hands as big as yours…that are getting bigger. Look, I’ll figure it out for you babe.”
But then, Eloise had suddenly seemed to switch moods, and she had playfully asked him how it felt to see their hands compared like this, and challenged him with her provocative statement of domination.
“I mean, why?” Asher managed to say, feeling a bit overmatched. “It makes you feel like that because your hands are bigger than mine? I mean…I think you have very pretty hands, and now that they’re bigger you do give good love squeezes when you’re in a good mood…”
He tried to smile and maintain his composure, attempting to throw a little levity into the situation.
Eloise tilted her head sideways down at Asher, giving him the “don’t fuck with me” look before letting out another chuckle…and this one came out deeper somehow, even though she hadn’t even tried to make it sound like that. She had to admit, she kind of liked how it sounded. It made her feel…powerful.
“Nooooo, that’s not what I meant, Mr. Clever,” she said, grabbing Asher’s wrist so that he couldn’t get away. “I MEANT…how does it feel to have a girlfriend who could just…like, totally DOMINATE you? Like this –!”
She engulfed his hand in a squeeze, not so tight that it hurt him, but tight enough that he couldn’t get out of it.
“Huh? Yeah?” she teased, feeling the endorphins rushing through her. “You can’t escape, can you? Go ahead, try…I’ve got all day.”
Eloise stared straight down at him as he tried to get out of her grip, and she smiled when it became obvious that he had no hope of doing so.
“Or, how does it feel to have a girlfriend who can eeeeeasily wrap her hand all the way around your wrist?” she continued, and then slowly started going up his arm, “Or…your forearm…wow…or…”
Her hand was actually wrapping all the way around Asher’s bicep now, so that her fingers touched.
“Or…DAMN…your bicep!? Uhh…WOW.”
For a moment, even Eloise was too stunned to react, but then, after taking a few seconds to process what had happened, she just busted out laughing as she took his other bicep in her other hand, standing back up to her full height bursa eskort as she shook and played with Asher’s arms like he was a little marionette.
“Wait what?” Asher had said, but then he had felt her grip his wrist and hold it. He wasn’t trying too hard to escape, but this was different from the normal play they had with each other. This felt a bit real, like Eloise was realizing something.
“Yeah, I mean, you’re getting really BIG Eloise…a lot bigger than me now…” he managed to say, trying to go along with it, but then she had grabbed his arm…and then his bicep…and then he had felt both his arms lift up as she started to swing them, her phone in his other hand waving around. He almost dropped it with how forceful she was being. Was she just messing around with him and seeing how much she could play around before he said something?
“Okay, yeah, you’re really growing…now do you want me to go talk to Sharon or not?” Asher asked, trying to chuckle a little, though feeling slightly uncomfortable with her tone.
For over a minute, Eloise didn’t even respond. She had heard him all right, but she was currently having more fun playing with him than if he had been in another room. With her hands wrapped completely around his biceps, she continued to shake and jiggle his arms as she held them up like a little puppet…and then she criss-crossed them over and over while she play-sung the Pinocchio lyrics:
“IIIIII’ve got no strings to hold me down, to make me fret, or make me frown, something something, dabadabada, there are no strings on me!”
She waved his hands and exclaimed, “Yaaay!” in an exaggerated way, before abruptly dropping them back to his sides, resuming the conversation like nothing had happened:
“Yeah, go tell Sharon to order me a new phone. Make sure you tell her to order the LARGEST one available. My hands aren’t gonna get any smaller.”
She reached down, palmed his face completely, and then playfully shoved him toward the kitchen.
Two days later, the two of them were just getting ready for one of their afternoon walks. Asher had brought Eloise takeout from her favorite Mexican place…and plenty of it too. She knew that her father had paid for it all (as he typically did, especially these days when she was eating so much), but still, Asher had gone to pick it up for her. She was trying to not be so moody all the time; well, at least, sometimes she tried. She had to be honest though, this whole getting bigger thing without all the accoutrements had turned out to be a real fucking drag sometimes.
‘Like…I mean like right now, for instance,’ thought Eloise to herself, ‘I’m literally having to squeeze my damn feet into my tennis shoes! And not my Prada Downtown shoes either…those don’t fit anymore. I mean my Jimmy Choos Cosmos…my knock-offs. THESE are the ones that are supposed to be my “they’re ugly but they fit” shoes, and it’s an effort to get even THEM on my feet!’
She finally managed to pull her shoes on, and, a little out of breath, she stood up, rising high above Asher…SO high. These shoes gave her an extra 1.5-inch lift, so he was pretty much staring into the middle of her breasts. Not that he could see them through these atrocious sweats she was wearing though…ugh!
“Okay!” she chirped, reminding herself to stay in a good mood, as she stuck out her chest, “All ready to go?”
Asher had rushed to get here, Eloise’s texting having gone back “online” now that she had the larger phone (well…iPad mini) to use with the large screen and better functionality. The text to get over though read simply:
“Hungry now, Mexican ty~”
And Asher had known just what to do. And now, he was watching as she squeezed her feet into those tennis shoes, a little grunt coming out as she finally got them in. It was weird seeing her sit and tie her shoes on her bed at her current size, since her face was still level with his…at least until she stood up. Asher could hear Eloise’s exhale of shock when she saw how tall she was in comparison, to the point of actually being…maybe a bit light-headed from it? Looking forward, Asher smiled; the view wasn’t so bad from his vantage point. He lifted up her food.
“Yeah, you wanna walk while you eat this?” he asked, knowing the answer already. “And congrats again, if I didn’t already say it enough on officially passing Mutumbo.” It had happened yesterday, while they had both been asleep. The measurements this morning had confirmed it — she was over 7’1 now in her bare feet.
“Oh yeah, well…he’s gonna get a surprise next week, isn’t he?” Eloise chuckled, taking the Mexican from Asher and immediately getting to work on the burritos. She just held the three bags on one arm as they left the mansion and started walking the grounds, and within two minutes Eloise had already eaten four burritos, using the freed-up space in the bags as a trash can. Her feet felt so tight, but she tried to ignore it. Her new shoes were going to come any hour now…at the latest tomorrow…so she was trying to be patient.
“Thanks for the Mexican, Asher,” she said suddenly, realizing that she shouldn’t just demand stuff from him all the time without expressing gratitude. Did she do that a lot? Well maybe…but he was her boyfriend! That’s what boyfriends were for! And anyway, he knew that she appreciated you…after all that fun time last night….
Asher actually raised an eyebrow in response. He hadn’t heard Eloise talk like THAT in awhile. It was usually just a nod or a “FINALLY!” or just moving onto the next thing on her mind. What she just said actually felt sincere.
“You’re welcome,” Asher smiled up at her, trying to keep pace with her long strides. “I mean…you said you were hungry, and I know you need to eat so, what’s a boyfriend supposed to do?”
The eating had given Eloise a bit of a slower gait, since she seemed to be a bit more focused on eating than anything else. Asher was shocked, though, as it felt like every few minutes he was hearing aluminum rip up again and then crunch as she pounded her way through. There were six burritos in there, and he realized this was already her fifth. “So…” he ventured, “I guess you’re feeling a little better today?”
Eloise chomped and chewed up the fifth burrito, and then immediately moved on to the last one. This was exactly what she had asked Asher to get her, but now she was regretting that she hadn’t asked for more. Just seeing that last burrito down there, all alone, kind of made her sad.
“Not really,” she muttered, getting to work on the burrito. “I mean, I guess…just…just a little, maybe. This isn’t what I expected it was gonna be…like, at all. If you do this treatment, it should come with the clothes pre-ordered or something. That’s what Daddy’s done for the next few weeks, until I get up to like, I don’t know, 9’0 or something. He says we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Honestly, I think even HE’S getting a little freaked-out by the thought.”
She turned to look down at him, a strange glint in her eye.
“How about YOU?” she asked bluntly. “I’m surprised you haven’t said anything about this — I mean, this is HAPPENING Asher. It’s really HAPPENING. Have you wrapped your mind around the fact that I’ll be OVER 8 feet tall next week? Hrmmm?”
All of a sudden, she was starting to feel aggressive again. She crunched up the last foil, stuck it in the bag, and let it drop to the grass so that she could put her hands on her hips, standing up to her full height in front of him.
Asher had heard that last bite and then saw her drop the bag. It had been hard to wrap his brain around it all, but he had known it was coming.
“Well, not next week, but in like ten days, right?” He had just looked over the numbers that had been sent in an email earlier that week, and she wasn’t supposed to pass 8’0 until about a week and three days from then. But he understood what she had meant.
“I mean…it’s going to be insane,” he continued, “Are YOU ready for it, though? You’ve been doing an awful lot of complaining about everything getting too small, and 8’0 is a lot more than 7’2…”
Eloise cocked her hip to the side, raising her eyebrows. Oh, so he was gonna get cheeky with her now, huh? One ‘thank you’ and he started getting all assertive.
“FIRST of all…” she began, letting her sass out completely, “Seriously? You’re gonna nitpick a few days here and there? Point is, in a VERY FEW days, I’m gonna be EIGHT feet tall…then NINE feet, then TEN feet…you really gonna feel like nitpicking when you’re staring into my pussy, Asher?”
She stepped up close to him, towering over him as she stared down into his face over her big breasts.
“SECOND of all,” she continued imperiously, “You’ve got it all backward. Weren’t you listening to me just now?! I KNOW I’m ready for it. The growth is FINE, no problem. It’s everything ELSE that needs to catch up — the food, the clothes, the shoes….ugh…the fucking…SHOES!”
She had just realized that her Jimmy Choos were so tight that her foot had literally started splitting the sole away from the rest of the shoe. RIDICULOUS. That did it — she reached down, wrenched the shoes off her feet, and chucked them FAR, straight into the lake, which was around 50 yards away, at least. She turned back to Asher, breathing heavily as she took a step towards him, just to emphasize the reality of her size compared to him yet again, to hit home this point.
“I’M ready to be an amazon…a giantess…a GODDESS!” she thundered. “The QUESTION, Elliot, is whether YOU’RE gonna be able to HANDLE me!”
Asher thought he had been doing so well with getting her the exact thing she wanted…geez, when would he learn to keep his mouth shut?
“No, I know, I was just…” he tried to say, but then he had heard the tear and looked down to see her shoes ripped, and her toes curling out a little. And, just like that, in a mighty flurry they were gone. Asher couldn’t help but think that Eloise would have been a good major league pitcher, had the shoes flown a little more in the direction she had wanted them to go. She certainly had the power…the arm strength.
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