Joyce Julep
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The Brat, Chapter 10
🕑 Added 2025-07-30 17:54:54 +0000 UTCChapter 10
The sound of heavy furniture banging around on the floor was almost enough to startle Eloise into fucking up her nails. And to think, she’d actually been doing her OWN nails recently, rather than going to Trisha at the salon like she usually did. The thing was, Daddy had said something to her the other day, something about “learning how to manage herself” or something while she went through all these changes. At first, Eloise had kinda blown up at him because she thought he was saying that she was bad at managing her emotions or something. HELLO, she was going through a lot right now, and it wasn’t the easiest thing in the world to just be passive like Asher...not really knocking him of course, since she liked him just the way he was. But then, eventually, after she had calmed down a little, it all got her thinking – maybe Daddy had a point. Maybe she DID need to start, like, managing things better...or at least doing more things herself. It went without saying that people SHOULD make her meals, make her bed, clean up after her, and make sure she had the clothes she wanted, yadda yadda yadda. But...maybe she could start doing a FEW things for herself, right?
And so Eloise had graciously decided to start by painting her own nails. She was actually pretty good at it – when her boyfriend wasn’t banging around with huge pieces of furniture, that is.
“Hey! Take it easy with that sofa!” she barked out suddenly at Asher, her long legs folded over each other as she lounged in her big new easy chair that he had just brought up, “I'm trying to do a good job here...plus that floor's Brazilian Cherry! So don't go around putting holes in it!”
Asher had been guiding Pedro, one of the gardeners, as they made their way through the double doors of Eloise’s room. It was almost a parody of a famous sitcom on the way up the stairs with how much they had struggled, but they had finally managed to get it into her room.
“That should be good, I'll be down in a bit to grab the IKEA stuff too,” Asher told Pedro as the gardener nodded and walked quickly away without even giving Eloise a glance…possibly out of fear, possibly out of respect. As Asher started to push the couch, he had heard her get upset.
“Yeah, babe, but it's heavy...this shit is usually meant for, like, a family,” he replied, looking at the huge couch that would have filled up half of his own living room. “But, I’ll be a bit more...hmpf...careful with it,” he continued, pushing again. The struggle was obvious. It was no shocker that Eloise wasn’t helping, even though, out of everyone, she would have been most qualified, and probably gotten it all done much sooner.
Eloise turned back to her work, not very impressed with Asher’s reply. It was just a little couch...he was totally exaggerating. It really didn't look that big at all. More like a glorified love seat or something. Anyway, she had gotten the first three fingers on her left hand perfectly, and she was settling in to work on her ring finger. It was super-hard, using this tiny-ass little brush. Why the hell did they make them so small, anyway!? She could barely even keep it pinched between her fingers, let alone use it accurately. And yet somehow she’d still managed to do a pretty good job...up until now. While Asher huffed and puffed over there in the corner, she started on her ring finger...aaaaand almost immediately fucked it up. The brush slipped out of her fingers and she straight-up splotched it all over the top.
“Holy shit, are you kidding me!?” she sighed out, as usual not bothering to hide her irritation. Why would she, anyway? “These fucking brushes are too TINY!”
She tossed it down on the floor, not really caring where the paint spattered at this point. “Why do they make them like that? Ridiculous!”
Eloise saw that Asher was apparently still having a hard time with the “sofa,” and that he was actually straining under its weight. Of course, that explained it all; that's why he hadn't given her a nice response. She sighed again, rolling her eyes as she stood up and strode over to where Asher was. She had to admit, Brazilian Cherry sure felt good on her bare feet. Lately she’d been overheating, so she hadn’t been wearing much...just a pair of black soffes that only went up to the top of her thighs, and a white t-shirt that actually fit her perfectly.
“God, HERE, let me help,” she muttered, bending down and taking the other end. As expected, it moved SUPER easily...and it only took like 5 seconds to get it to where it needed to be across the room.
“THERE,” Eloise said, putting her hands on her hips after “cleaning” them off by clapping them together, “Was that really so hard?”
A minute before, Asher had felt a little bead of sweat as he pushed harder, the couch barely budging but still making some progress. This was before he had heard Eloise’s loud sigh and her body weight creaking the floor as she stomped over.
“Babe, it's fine, I…” Asher had tried to say, but it hadn’t taken but two seconds as he watched her bend down and, in perfect form, squat up the couch and start to move it. He had tried to reach down to help out, but she didn't even seem to have noticed. A few seconds later she had slammed the sofa down and had just stood there, looking at him.
‘God that was hot,’ Asher thought to himself. There had been more of this lately, but it was this casual show of what she could do that really impressed him. Every day it seemed that things like this only got easier for her. Maybe other things were harder, given that they had to buy a whole new furniture set for her room just so she could casually lounge, or even just sit comfortably.
“Well, when you have your amazon girlfriend helping, I guess it's a lot easier,” Asher chuckled, still finding that he was catching his breath even though he hadn’t really done anything to help move the sofa halfway across the room.
Eloise rolled her eyes again, shifting her weight to one side, with her hands still on her hips. At this point, she couldn't really hide the fact that she LIKED when Asher called attention to how big she was...when he called her an “amazon.” Yes, she had gotten pissed at him a few days before for saying it, but that was, like, contextual. They had been at a restaurant and everyone was staring and...whatever…the point was that sometimes she liked it, and actually...more often than not recently. She didn’t really know why she liked it so much. When the two of them stood next to each other now, the top of Asher’s head barely came up to her shoulder. She was just...so much BIGGER than him...everywhere...in every way. So many girls would hate being a giant compared to their boyfriend but not HER. It actually made her feel even MORE powerful, even MORE in control. Like the total BOSS she knew she was. And Asher acknowledging it was...well, it was pretty hot. It was like a surrender.
“Yeah, well...I shouldn't HAVE to help you,” Eloise retorted out loud, trying to disguise how good she felt, because she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking she was that easy. “But I guess I'm pretty strong compared to you now, huh?”
She did a double-biceps pose, smirking down at him when she saw his surprised reaction. This still hadn’t gotten old – obviously Asher was still trying to wrap his mind around how huge she was, and she was just getting bigger and bigger every day. She suddenly noticed the sweat starting to drip down his forehead, and her face erupted into a sudden scowl.
“Ugh! GOD are you really sweating THAT much after just moving a little furniture? Seriously!?”
Asher could tell she wasn’t just annoyed. There was some fun seeping out of her voice. The teasing about being an amazon really wasn't that much teasing – more just truth. She was a big girl now, a very big one in fact, there was no denying it. To just say “tall” wasn't enough. She was definitely well into “amazon” territory now.
“You definitely have gotten a lot stronger even over the last few days,” Asher observed, thinking about how she had picked him up just the other day, and how insane that had felt. Wiping his brow, he heard that bit of judgmental surprise from her about the sweat and replied,
“Babe, look…I walked this thing all the way up those stairs with Pedro. Not to mention, I also brought up that easy chair not that long before. It's been a lot of work today…”
He didn’t quite know why he felt the need to justify his exhaustion, but he could tell that she was genuinely shocked that he could be tired out from this work.
Eloise stood there for a few seconds, looking down at him...DEFINITELY judging him.
“I mean...you have been looking a little small recently,” she teased, reaching over and testing his bicep with her hand. She was amazed at how little it felt, and she squeezed it some more, giggling at how he reacted by immediately trying to pull away. What? She was barely even putting any pressure on him!
“I think maybe you need to join in my workouts, whaddya say?” Eloise grinned down at him. “I'm really getting into them, you know. They help me...uh, what's the word...what's that stupid word – CHANNEL, that's it – they help me channel all this new energy I have...though I don't think I sweat as much as you do. Ugh…”
She wasn’t actually that grossed out by it; she was just giving him a hard time. And, just then, a lovely idea popped into her head:
“HEY! So since I've already worked out today, and...heh, I guess you have too...why don't you and me take a shower together?”
The grip of Eloise’s hand around Asher’s bicep had stung a little. It wasn't emotional, but the way she had gripped…it had obviously been unintentional, but her grip had definitely been a little harder than expected. It was all the more surprising, seeing as he worked in construction and actual manual labor, and had been working out way before her…for her to casually suggest that he do one of HER workouts. But it didn't matter, he wasn't about to explain that maybe the workouts weren't doing as much as the actual growth treatment. Her sudden suggestion of a shower, though, seemed like a great idea.
“That doesn't sound half bad actually,” Asher smiled, putting a hand on her hip. “Would be nice to get all clean with you.”
Eloise beamed down at him, suddenly very excited by this idea. It had kinda just come to her out of the blue, but she was liking it more and more with every passing second. She reached down, grabbed his hand (god it felt small!), and started off to the bathroom, noticing that Asher stumbled a little behind her.
“Keep up!” she laughed back at him. A few seconds later, they were in the bathroom, which was actually one of Eloise’s favorite places in the house. Rich mahogany tiles on the walls, straight from Morocco...and smooth white Statuario Italian marble...she LOVED how it felt on her feet...and a special custom-built walk-in shower with that waterfall head...UGH it all totally rocked.
Well, except for the fact that Daddy had to get them to re-adjust the shower head a few days ago to accommodate her growth. It had been an easy fix – now the shower head was like 9 feet tall. Way up there. Nothing to worry about for now. Eloise switched on the water so that it could get hot, and then she stretched out her arms, sighing pleasantly, giving Asher a great view of her huge breasts. She stripped down, enjoying how he was trying to play it cool as he watched her undress.
“You can stare at me, Asher,” she teased, “You're my boyfriend...you don't have to pretend you're not into me.”
Asher hadn't realized they'd updated her shower. It seemed so high now, but it didn't quite look ridiculous. As she had started to strip down, watching her bend at the hip to drop her shorts was mesmerizing. Her legs were so long now, probably about even with his belly button or lower chest. He wanted to reach out and just wrap his arms around them and squeeze up next to her. Then he heard her tease as she rose back up.
“Oh, trust me, I'm staring,” he smiled, watching as her top started to come off. His eyes looked forward – they were getting so close to his eyeline now…her breasts, that is. Asher started thinking about how each day they seemed to creep a little closer...and how soon they would be directly there...but he didn't think about the fact that they might start to pass him. He slowly started to strip down himself, taking his dirty shirt and stained pants off, his once “impressive” body now obviously more of a cute-looking thing in her eyes.
Eloise pursed her lips down at him, enjoying the blatantly sexual attention he was giving her. She could feel herself already getting aroused, even though that wasn't even the reason she had thrown out the idea of a shower in the first place. She stepped up to him, right as he was in the middle of taking his shirt off, and grabbed him by the armpits, lifting him straight up off his feet. Holding him aloft like this, Eloise walked straight over to the glass shower wall and pushed him up against it, laughing as he struggled to get his head up out of his shirt. When his face finally emerged, she leaned forward and kissed him deeply, pressing her big breasts into his body. Then she took her hands out from under his armpits, so that she was literally holding him up against the glass with her boobs and torso alone. She had known that she could do that, but actually DOING it like this...mmmmm, god it made her feel good. Made her feel POWERFUL.
“You like that?" she smirked down, finally giving him a chance to breathe.
Asher was blind for a second when he felt his feet leaving the ground. He wasn't expecting it, the sound of the water hitting the inside of the shower behind him as his body hit the glass. He was still struggling, but finally got the shirt off. Eloise’s big, gorgeous face was smiling at him, her red hair a bit messy, before her mouth suddenly met his. It was getting harder to deal with her tongue. It wasn't huge, but it just felt strangely bigger than normal. He suddenly felt her large hands leave his body, her slick, smooth, warm chest pushing him hard against the glass. The pressure was uncomfortable, but the context...it was totally worth it. Asher couldn't breathe for a second, but then she released him from her mouth's grip and asked the sultry question.
“I...I do, babe…” Asher managed to say, “That…that was hot…”
Eloise kept smirking at him like that for a few long seconds, keeping him there, just letting him drink in the sight of her holding his whole body in MIDAIR like that without even using her hands. She briefly considered just letting him drop down, but then she reminded herself that she was already like 14 inches taller than him, and that it wouldn't be a good idea to just let him fall without warning. And so she finally scooped her hands back under his arms and let him back down. The water was running hot now, and the bathroom had gotten all nice and steamy already. Eloise pulled Asher into the shower with her, again reminding herself that he could be a slowpoke nowadays, and that she had to be gentle with him. She shut the glass door behind him, and then felt that delicious sensation of hot water running all over her back. She sighed out, closing her eyes and leaning her head back as she wet her hair all the way through. Her front was still almost dry, since her back was getting the brunt of the water. And then, before turning around, she opened her eyes and looked down at Asher...and saw him just standing there, looking up at her inquiringly. Even though he was dead in-line with the shower head, hardly a drop of water had reached him! He was almost totally dry!
“Oh, I'm sorry!" she laughed down at him, “Did you want some of this water?”
The slow descent had felt safe, and being pulled into the shower, Asher was still thinking about how easily Eloise had manhandled him, and how casually. His eyes were just set on her as she started to wash her hair, how high up her head was even though she was leaning back, how the water cascaded down her shoulders, how her breasts seemed to jut forward so she could get in position, and how his face was almost directly in line with them. With her looking down at him, he could see how she thought it was adorable that he hadn’t gotten wet yet...and then he felt droplets of water hitting his face, a bit of her residual hair rinse hitting him.
“You can keep going...I just enjoy watching you…” he grinned, before taking his hands and putting them around her waist, feeling how wet her ass had gotten. The warmth of the water combined with her smooth skin, and felt nice against his palms.
Eloise giggled down at him, and teased him a little by moving her torso slightly to the side, so that a partial stream hit him square in the face.
“Ooops!” she joked, moving her torso back to where it had been before so that no water was hitting him anymore. “Well I guess I like showering for an audience...especially an ADORING audience…”
She gathered up her boobs in her hands and shook them down at Asher, enjoying how the little water droplets were flying into his face again. Why was she so mean, lol? But she found herself thinking about how hot it would be if she could just, like, stand over him, and have a waterfall go off her tits directly onto the TOP of his head. They weren’t quite there yet, unfortunately, but soon...soon…
She reached for the shampoo, and BANG – a little sudden pain shot through her hand. What the fuck was that!? She turned and saw that the back shower walls were way closer than she had thought they were. Was the shower seriously that small!? So that when she spread her arms out, she could barely fit!? Huh...maybe she'd need to get Daddy to expand the whole freaking thing eventually...oh well, whatever...she noticed how Asher was looking at her with concern. She had only slightly banged her hand – had it really been that loud?
“I'm fine,” she muttered down to him, “Just...the walls are super-small, is all…”
She took the shampoo and squirted a big dollop into her hand, slapping it onto her head and lathering it up while he continued watching her.
“How about I help you too?” Asher offered, as he started to scrub the body-wash in his hand, getting it to foam before slowly beginning to rub it around her back. He gently went down its crease before starting to make his way down toward her ass. The slick warmth of her skin was arousing him, and he found himself also turned-on by the sheer amount of her that he needed to sud up.
Eloise closed her eyes again, this time savoring the feel of Asher’s hands against her skin...against her flesh. He really always had nice hands...and even now, when they were small, they felt soooo, so good. She let out a moan as she raised her arms up, gently shampooing her hair as she felt him start to work around her back, and then down towards her ass. She pivoted slightly and bounced one of her cheeks for him, since she knew it would look extra-good with all the water and the slick soap flying off it. She felt his hands respond, going straight down there and soaping up her big ass.
“Mmmmm, that feels niiiice,” she breathed out, leaning back as she let the hot water start to rinse out the shampoo. She didn’t know why they hadn’t done this more often. Showers made everything ten times sexier.
“Ugh, I should have you soap me up like this every day!” she moaned down to him, finally opening her eyes again after all the shampoo had been washed away. She raised her arms up, encouraging him to soap up her tits, and under her arms too. Being serviced like this by him...it REALLY felt sexy.
“And I'll do you after,” she added, winking down at him, “Although that'll take a lot less time, since my hands are waaay bigger, and your body is waaaay smaller!”
“You know, I could get on board with that,” Asher said, winking back as he switched to the front, getting some soap on her stomach and working his way up, this time toward her breasts. “I think I'd enjoy that a lot…”
His hands had reached the underside of her breasts, now a bit wetter than they had been. The feeling of reaching for them while standing straight up, and them only being a bit below the top of his head, was insane, and made him even more aroused than he had been before.
Eloise’s suggestion ended up becoming something they actually DID do daily, as the next day, Asher noticed how her breasts were now pretty much starting to even out with his chin, compared to the day before.
“I like how close they're getting,” he said, as the water cascaded down, his hands massaging her breasts in equal measure, the suds making them slip in his hands.
Eloise couldn’t help but get this giant grin on her face whenever Asher pointed out how much bigger she was getting. Like, it was SO exciting, obviously...this thing, this growth that had been happening continuously...there was never a dull moment. This was new for her, since life had had PLENTY of dull moments before. Of course, shit still bugged her all the time, but she could never really get bored in the same way as before, since she knew that she was always growing. She totally loved that. But the way Asher, like, narrated her growth...she didn’t know what it was, but it REALLY got her going, especially when they were in the shower like this, and he was soaping up her tits.
“Ooooo, they ARE getting close!” she laughed, swiveling herself side to side so her big breasts squished and smacked into his lower face. “Better watch yourself before I grow a little more and give you a concussion with these!”
Asher may have laughed with her then, but two more days later, she couldn't tell if he was actually laughing or not – with her soapy tits up in his face like they were now, she couldn't even see his expression. Her boobs almost completely covered his face, and all she could see were his eyes and the top of his nose
“Sorry...didn't catch that,” Eloise teased Asher, leaning farther into him so her tits squished up against his face even more, “I asked you how it felt to be eye-level with your girlfriend's nips…”
Asher was rubbing around her legs now, soaping her up as she pressed her chest into him. The space was definitely smaller than it had been when they had started taking these showers, but that only made it a bit better, at least in Asher’s mind, since the increased closeness meant more contact with Eloise’s body.
“It's amazing…” his grumpled voice made out as the force of her body pushed into him. His mouth was easily able to grab onto her nipple now, so he decided to just segue into tit-sucking as he continued to wash her, the taste of soap not bothering him in the slightest.
Eloise felt the sudden sucking suction of his lips around her nipple, and she inhaled her breath sharply, grabbing the back of his head as she pulled him into her, leaning back against the shower wall. Her nipples had always been pretty sensitive, but recently that had been getting more and more intense...to the point where even a rogue little flick of something could set her off and get her engine revving. And when it was HIM, with that little mouth of his...mmmmmmm, it was tough to control herself. But she also remembered that she was over 17 inches taller than him now, and probably outweighed him by like 200 pounds or more at this point, and so she had to be careful not to hurt him. A lot of times this could be annoying, like when she had to literally slow her walking down when they were holding hands just so she wouldn't start dragging him – like had happened a couple days ago. She guessed she felt a little bad about that, even though it really was Asher’s fault for not keeping up with her.
But when they were in the shower like this, she actually LIKED remembering to be all gentle with him. It felt, like, almost...m*therly, or something...ugh, gross that sounded weird in her head...not really m*therly...but kinda like it, in a way. Just without the weird shit. Anyway, she just LIKED pulling him into her like this, and she could feel his feet dragging across the tile floor beneath them. But she knew he was safe, because she had a good hold on him.
“I've got you…” she murmured down to him, “I've got you…”
The sound of Eloise’s murmurs sounded through Asher’s head as he stared forward a few days later, those nipples that were once at his mouth-level now closer to his eyes, or even slightly above. It was getting harder to clean her shoulders since he had to literally raise his arms up. Eloise, however, was having an easier and easier time soaping HIM up.
“I might have to go tiptoe soon, babe…” Asher said, giving a mock whine as he rubbed her curvy hips, the water cascading down from her head above. They were standing side-to-side, so the water was hitting them both, but mainly it was hitting her first and then dropping onto him.
Eloise went up on her own tiptoes, delighting in how this raised her up another 4 inches, so that she was very close to 8 feet tall. What was she now? 7'8? Just about? She giggled down at Asher, since, with her on tiptoes, he was actually looking UP at her nipples. She turned on her toes and backed him into a corner of the shower, her outstretched arms extended upward as she palmed the tile wall high above. She couldn’t get enough of this position for some reason – it really hit home how huge she was becoming, and how she was totally leaving Asher in the dust, size-wise. Every day he just looked smaller and smaller, in every way. And being on her tiptoes like this put it in a whole new perspective. Very soon, she would be this tall compared to him standing flat-footed.
She laughed again as she saw him blinking rapidly. The water was literally falling down off her nipples, straight into his eyes! And it was making her nipples HARD.
“Oh you might have to go on your tiptoes, huh?” she intoned meaningfully, “Is that right? Well at this rate that's only gonna work for a few days...shortie...then I'll need to get you a special shower stool to lather me up. You up for that, hmm?”
Asher figured that it wouldn’t be that long until then, with how she had been growing. The rumpled heap of stretched clothes outside the shower were evidence enough. It had been crazy when she hit 7 feet...now at 7’8 that milestone felt so small. She could easily lift him now without a problem, and she often did. He was forced into the shower corner as he continued to lather her with his seemingly-tiny hands.
“We might need to just get you a bigger shower by that point, one with a stool built in so I can stand…” Asher smiled, feeling the water dripping down from her wet body onto him. He hadn't been soaped yet, and he lathered up her inner thigh one more time before handing the soap up.
“Is it my turn now?” he asked innocently.
Eloise raised an eyebrow down at him, playing up her displeasure, since she was actually very happy right now.
“There's a spot on the top of my left shoulder...right HERE…” she tutted, pointing to it, “That isn't soapy enough. You’re really going to leave me hanging here, shortie?”
She tried to keep a straight face while she watched Asher slightly frown and get up on his tiptoes, trying to reach it...and he did, with difficulty. But then Eloise couldn’t contain it anymore and she burst out laughing:
“Okay okaaaaay, I'm just playing around with you, though I DO appreciate the eagerness.”
She bent down, taking the soap out of Asher’s hands, marveling at how it completely disappeared in her grasp, while in his hand it had just looked like an ordinary bar of soap. Bending at the waist, she brought her face down, so that it was very close to his, looming over. She was really getting to love this position.
“Of course…” she breathed down at him, exaggerating her voice as she blinked lusciously, “The last thing I want is a dirty boyfriend...or...I mean, maybe a LITTLE dirty...you know…”
She slowly started soaping him up, beginning with his neck, as her huge hands and long fingers encircled it almost completely. It was incredible how tiny he felt to her...how FRAGILE. Like, she wouldn't have any trouble snapping his little neck. But of course she would never do such a thing. Still, though, it was amazing how big and strong she felt, just subtly manipulating Asher’s body like this. He was a full-grown man, over 6’0 tall! She switched to his hands and arms, slicking them up, occasionally shaking them playfully, just for the sheer pleasure of seeing them flop around so easily with little flicks of her hand or wrist. When she got to his hands, she threaded her fingers through his, admiring how, with their palms lined up, the tips of his fingers only came up to the second joint of hers. And then, sighing out into his face, she bent down deeper, soaping up his chest and torso.
THUMP
Eloise suddenly felt the wall behind impeding her movements. Puzzled, she turned around briefly to see what was the matter, and noticed that her big ass was literally squished and plastered up against the tile. When she had bent her body deeper, it had pushed her fat ass up against the wall! She would literally have to walk forward in order to bend some more...unless she wanted to test the strength of her butt cheeks against the wall. At this point, she wouldn’t be betting in favor of the wall.
“Look at that,” Eloise chuckled down at Asher, turning back to soap up his chest (and relishing that adorable expression of awe on his face), “When it's all squished up like that, my ass is almost as tall as you are!”
Comments
Joyce Julep
Thanks Steve! Growth offers all kinds of fun opportunities to be creative, for sure :)
stevebasic
That was great, using the fast-forward shower as a device - seemed like her growing in real time. Inventive and cool :)
