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Two days after Eloise had wolfed down the rest of Asher’s breakfast, he was waiting for her outside the sports arena — her father, being the magnate he was, had season tickets to a fancy suite, and sometimes Eloise and Asher like to go to basketball games together…or more specifically, she liked to TAKE him to games. It was always super-fun for her, waltzing in there with Asher on her arm, like she was taking him out on a date, as opposed to the other way around. But this time, it was different, for obvious reasons. Eloise figured that Asher was expecting to see her decked out as usual, but she KNEW he wasn’t prepared for what she had been planning. He hadn’t seen her in this dress, or THESE boots yet. She had been keeping them a secret, just to enjoy the look on his face when she stepped out of the car to meet him. She had arranged it all on purpose, getting Asher to arrive at the spot early, and then being “late” to make sure she could make her grand entrance. Her driver pulled the car up, and, with her heart beating with hungry excitement, Eloise stepped out.
Asher was standing outside the private entrance to the arena, just as he normally would for these types of occasions. He wore a nice suit, nothing too showy, but nice enough to be passable. He was about to text Eloise when he saw the giant black SUV start to make its way toward him. Eloise used to come in a bit of a smaller car, typically a limo, but Asher assumed that was starting to get a bit troublesome, considering her recent growth. Besides, this car felt more inconspicuous than a long limo, even though it was so big. When it pulled up, the tinted windows didn’t allow Asher to look in, but as the door opened, the first thing he saw was a black boot…a tall black boot and a long, shapely leg stretching out to reach the ground. He felt his breath catch in his chest; even though he had been expecting her to look tall, that leg just looked…huge. Then he watched as she seemed to pull herself out bit by bit, rising up…and up…and up. The SUV was quite tall, taller than him by a good 6 inches or so…and she towered over it by probably the same amount, if not a bit more.
“E…Eloise….” Asher heard himself say, the air in his throat caught by just how beautiful, and how BIG she was as she started striding toward him.
Asher’s reaction did NOT disappoint. Eloise rose up to her full height and sauntered toward her boyfriend, making sure to accentuate each step; she could feel her body undulating back and forth in that tight dress. She came straight up to him and spread her arms wide, her wrists jingling with silver and gold bracelets, her blood-red manicured nails filed to sharp, sexy points. She felt FIERCE…and she knew that she looked that way too.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, hugging him close, feeling his face smush into her voluminous breasts, before pulling away and standing back to admire the size difference. “You don’t recognize me?”
Asher felt his face go forward as his chin rested up against her chest. He wasn’t taller than her shoulders when she wore these heels, and if it had been easy for her to push him around before, it was clear now that it wouldn’t be close to a problem now.
“I…I do…it’s just woah…you look incredible…and…really tall! You’re probably taller than every guy on the court playing tonight!” he exclaimed, knowing that was actually…probably true, depending on just how high those custom boots must have been.
“Oh I KNOW I’m taller than everyone on the court!” she laughed, presenting her arm to him so that she could escort him into the arena. “I checked the stats…and the tallest guy is 7’1…and in these boots, I’ve got him by two and a half inches! Haha, I bet you feel lucky right now, huh? Unless….” — And she bent down towards him, bringing her face close to his — “You’re not gonna feel insecure with me just TOWERING over you like this, are you? Just DWARFING you in front of everyone?”
There was a playful glint in her eye, but she knew he could tell she was being serious too.
“You’re seven-foot-three…and a half?!” Asher blurted out as he took her arm, starting to walk. He found it a bit difficult to keep pace as they walked; her long, strong legs propelled her forward quickly, and Asher could tell that Eloise wasn’t even thinking about it or trying to slow down to keep pace. His arm was at a bit of a weird angle holding onto hers…with these boots he realized that she was now taller to him than he had been to her, before all this growth treatment started, and it really drove home how much things had changed.
“No, babe…not at all,” he replied, gathering himself, and speaking honestly. The truth was, he felt unbelievably lucky to be on her arm. “In fact, you can make a whole night of it if you want…”
“Well that’s good for you, then,” Eloise replied immediately, soaking in the looks of all the people who were just staring at them as they walked by, “Because you’re my date tonight, and no way was I letting you get out of this one. I’ve had a pretty hard last couple days with all these clothes not fitting and having to eat constantly…banging my shins into chairs and tables…damn, bursa escort remember when I accidentally broke that lamp? Yeah it was time to get out of the house for a minute. And now we can just relax and enjoy the game, while everyone stares at us!”
She thought the whole spectacle was pretty funny, and after a few minutes they finally made it into the luxury suite, where a pile of Chick-fil-A catered nuggets and sandwiches was waiting for them, along with a few bottles of champagne.
“To celebrate me being in the 1%!” Eloise laughed, popping a bottle and downing half of it in a quick succession of gulps.
The game was one of the biggest of the year, and the arena was packed, with “normal” fans making up the bulk of the crowd, and the elites in the suite boxes looking down on the rest of the proceedings. Within 15 minutes, Eloise had already downed a bottle and a half of champagne, and was busy putting away the mountain of chicken nuggets, occasionally mixing in a sandwich here and there. She could tell Asher was astounded at how much she was eating, and she thought it was hilarious…and, honestly, a little sexy, in some weird kind of way. She didn’t really know what it was. Like…Asher was watching her getting bigger and bigger there, literally, or something like that. And he had no way of matching her. Sure, he was eating too, but, just like everything else he did, she just…outmatched him, outshone him. Everything she did was just bigger…and made more of an impact. She was especially noticing it in the suite, since, in her heels, her head was only about 8 inches from the ceiling. She could easily palm it, and started doing it over and over, grinning down at Asher as he tried to act all cool, like everything was normal. But NOTHING about this felt normal. In every way, it felt like Eloise was announcing herself to the world, and he was lucky enough to be by her side! People were looking up at them in the box…and some people were lingering by the door, just to catch a glimpse of her.
‘Guess word traveled fast about me through the crowd!’ she thought to herself, smirking. She even saw a couple guys from the press, with microphones, eyeing her and whispering to each other…maybe they were pondering doing an interview! Eventually, though, Eloise started getting into the game, standing close to the glass and looking down on the players.
“Look, look!” she laughed back to Asher, “That guy! You know, the 7’1 guy? He’s really good! He’s already got 10 points and the first quarter isn’t even over yet! Damn, look how huge he seems out there…and just think…I’m over 2 inches taller in these boots!”
For a few seconds, Asher couldn’t quite form an answer. They had been in this suite plenty of times before, just the two of them, and while her dad had been a fan of this team since he was a child (he even was a partial owner of the franchise), Eloise had never really seemed to care all that much. Tonight seemed different though. Watching her go back and forth to the food, taking huge amounts every time and seeming to get more after almost every changeover…palming the ceiling casually as she paced slowly across the suite, almost as if to stretch or just show off…she was clearly enjoying herself in a new way. Asher was trying to minimize the amount of time he was getting up and walking around, not out of fear of feeling small, but rather because Eloise took up so much of the room. When they were sitting in their seats, which were miles more spacious than the ones down below, she still had her legs bending upwards, almost hitting the wall in front of them.
But even in the midst of all of this, Asher could enjoy a bit of the game. Watching number 17, a 32-year-old prodigy play was quite entertaining, and when Eloise started to get into the game, Asher noticed that she was watching him the most.
“Yeah, Mutumbo’s crazy,” he nodded, finding his voice, “I mean it’s not even half time yet and he’s already close to getting a triple-double.” As soon as the words left his mouth, Asher figured that Eloise probably wouldn’t understand the term…but he was also distracted by the realization that she was actually right — that sitting next to her was basically like sitting next to Mutumbo himself, at least in terms of a person being that big…and he was pretty much the tallest (maybe one or two other players) in the NBA. It was crazy to realize that Eloise would actually look DOWN on him if they met.
Eloise turned over to Asher, suddenly confused.
“Huh?” she asked blankly. “What the hell is a triple double?”
She turned to look back at the game, where the really good guy, Mutumbo or whatever his name was, was being guarded by two guys, but his reach was so much longer and higher than theirs that when his teammate passed him the ball, he easily just snatched it out of the air and threw it into the basket, not even really jumping. It finally dawned on Eloise what Asher must have meant, and she crossed her legs confidently in front of herself, enjoying how gigantic they looked, especially with those boots on…god damn they looked good.
“Ohhhh, oh wait!” she exclaimed, bursa eskort just as Asher was opening his mouth to answer, “I know what it is! It’s like when someone is so good that the other team has to double-team him, and then that doesn’t work, so they have to triple-team him and…and that means that his other teammates are open, right?”
She shifted slightly in her chair, and she heard it make a funny noise, like she was too heavy or something…who the hell did they make these chairs for, anyway? 5’10 little pipsqueaks!?
Asher laughed at her response, unable to help himself. It was her confidence that was so humorous.
“No, no…that’s not what it is…but that’s not the worst guess!” he smiled. “A triple-double means double-digits in the three major categories, so 10 rebounds, 10 points, 10 assists…and he’s already got 9, 10, and 6, so…”
But his words died down as she squirmed a bit in her chair, and he could see her face grimace. That had been happening a lot more lately, he noticed…her trying to get comfortable. It had really started a few inches before, probably a week ago, but was becoming more noticeable, even though it wasn’t exactly a surprise. Being 6’10 was already something rarely seen, unless you were at a pro basketball game like this…not to mention Eloise wasn’t done growing yet. He pushed the encroaching voice out of his head, which had started asking how big she was going to look when she was a full 7 feet tall…and then 8 feet…and then…
In any case, Asher turned out to be right — Mutumbo had a triple double before halftime. Asher looked back at the food, intending to use the break to refresh his plate, and saw that what had previously been a mountain of chicken nuggets was already starting to look more like a mole hill with how much Eloise had been eating. What’s more, the bottles of champagne had dwindled down from 6 to 3, he hadn’t even had one glass. It was around that time that an official came by and let them know that they had the opportunity to meet the players after the game. Asher didn’t know why, but he guessed that since it was such a big game, the team wanted to thank its suite holders for another season of support.
“Do you want to do that, babe?” he asked, coming back to the seats as Eloise watched the halftime show while adjusting herself again in her chair.
She didn’t understand why they couldn’t at least make the seats a little more comfortable — it was so weird, and she didn’t get it. When they had come in, the seats looked the same as ever, nice and plush and all the normal luxury she expected….but then…after sitting in them for a while, they really started to not feel so great. She looked down and saw that her ass was literally spilling over the sides…BOTH sides! It was just like at home, but worse. And not only that, but the sides of her thighs were pressing up against the arm rests, so that, when she tried to stand up and stretch her legs at halftime, she actually got STUCK for a few seconds, and had to grit her teeth and FORCE herself out of the freaking chair! Like, what the fuck!? She stood there, glaring down at her chair, and then looked at Asher’s.
“Hey, is your chair bigger than mine?” she asked, “Mine seems like it shrunk or something. I’ve gotta get Daddy to make these seats bigger, cause this is ridiculous…huh…oh wait, what did you say? Meeting the players after the game?”
Her brief foul mood dissipated pretty quickly at the thought, and she started smiling as she looked down at Asher, leaning down toward him as she put her hands on her knees. She could see his expression a little easier that way.
“Actually, yeah…yeah that sounds REALLY fun! Oh my god…I can compare heights with all the players! Maybe you can even take a few pictures! That Mutumbo guy will probably be shocked to look UP at someone for a change, right!?”
Asher hadn’t known how to answer…their seats were exactly the same. They were actually quite spacious from his perspective.
“I mean you can try it out, I think they’re the same…” he began, staring up at her as she towered overhead, and he felt himself get nervous as the first warning signs of some real frustration began to show in her face…but then he saw her mood change, and inwardly breathed a sigh of relief.
“Yeah…that could be fun…” he smiled, though knowing that it might get a bit awkward. Then again, it had been awhile since he had seen her enjoy that feeling of being bigger than someone in such a giddy way.
For Eloise, the second half seemed to pass by super quickly, with Mutumbo scoring a bunch of points and jumping really high a lot and getting uh…rebounds, that was the word Asher had told her. Like, duh, of course that was the word, she didn’t know why she couldn’t remember it.
‘Sports are fun,’ she thought, her huge hand absentmindedly playing with Asher’s hair as she watched, ‘I should get into them more.’
She was a little distracted by the thought of meeting all those players down there…like, excited-distracted…not nervous. She never really got nervous about anything. She enjoyed herself the rest of the game, chowing down on more of those nuggets and gulping away another bottle of champagne. She actually got a little tipsy, which she thought was funny, since it was, like, super-hard for her to get like that now. But the final clock-sound happened (‘God, what an ugly sound!’ she thought. ‘Like, the only downside to watching that game…ugh, why can’t it be like some kind of nice-sounding bell or something!?), and one of those “official guys” in a suit escorted her and Asher down to meet the players. She was holding hands with him, and they walked down a concrete corridor towards the players’ tunnel…and she noticed that Asher was having to take a bunch of steps at a time…a LOT more than her…so she teased him by deliberately lengthening her stride. She felt like she was literally pulling him along…and that’s exactly what she was doing.
“Come on, come onnnnnn!” she laughed at him, actually lifting him up off the floor a couple times with one hand, “Hurry up! Don’t you wanna meet them!?”
Asher could tell that she was a little tipsy by the way she had stumbled out of the suite, and then by the way she had started tugging and lifting him as they went down the hallway. She wasn’t just tall and huge now — she was strong too.
“I do, I do, but you’re walking too fast!” he exclaimed, her larger hand holding his in an iron grip. It felt like she was almost pulling his arm out of socket to get him to come faster. Knowing that she wasn’t going to stop, Asher didn’t say anymore and just sped up, even though it felt awkward and a bit embarrassing to be rushing after her like this. Once they got down to the players’ tunnel, the officials had them wait outside for a bit, before letting them in. During those few moments of them just waiting, Asher looked up at Eloise, noticing how the top of his head was at her chest-level. In that moment, he couldn’t help but feel more like her little brother than her boyfriend…not to mention that she wasn’t even looking at him. Instead, she was staring forward, swaying slightly forward and backward in her heels, as if she was pumping herself up…or maybe just in some sort of daydream…Asher couldn’t tell. He could feel her hand as it pulsed it against his, surrounding it completely.
A few of the players finally came out, and Eloise immediately noticed that Mutumbo wasn’t one of them. Like, who the hell were these guys? She guessed she kinda recognized them, but…yeah, they all looked like just sorta small, sweaty guys to her. It was amazing too, being this close up to them, how small-boned they were.
‘I guess in a sport like basketball they can’t be too big or they can’t run a lot,’ Eloise thought to herself as her eyes went over the two point guards, who were 6’6 and 6’7, ‘But still…damn! So tiny!’
As they shook the players’ hands, it truly hit home to Eloise how much bigger she was than them…like, all around. Her hands were bigger, her arms were bigger, her legs were WAY bigger…it was hilarious! One of the players was trying to be clever, and chirped:
“Damnnn, I didn’t know God made them THIS big!”
Eloise arched her eyebrow down at him and simply replied, “You’re a lot shorter than you look on TV…” and then proceeded to look around impatiently, finally exclaiming, “Hey! So where’s Mutumbo? He’s the one I REALLY wanna meet!”
Asher had known that Eloise was going to get this way, but also…well…that point guard had sort of asked for it. Of course, it was crazy to see her calling the 6’7 player “short,” because from his perspective, that was not the case at all. He felt like he had been transported to a world where he was the short one, not really to “dwarf” status, but certainly the odd one out in this room full of giants…and his girlfriend was far and away the tallest out of all of them. Asher was curious where Mutumbo was, but a few moments later the sound of flashing cameras and a door opened, and in walked the tallest person he had ever seen in his life…well at least besides Eloise. Mutumbo’s translator was there, since he wasn’t great at speaking English, which was funny seeing as he had just done a press interview after that show of a game.
“Sorry for being late, they just wouldn’t stop asking questions,” the translator said, before trailing off as his eyes went up to Eloise, stopping him dead in his tracks as a look of amazement passed over his face. Asher could see that Eloise didn’t even notice the attention. Her eyes were starting to light up as Mutumbo got closer.
Finally, the guy who she was dying to meet! Eloise had been about to start causing some problems, but it turned out she didn’t need to. She saw Mutumbo and walked straight up to him, dragging Asher along behind. She didn’t even care that he almost tripped as he tried to follow her; she had told him to keep up, after all! And now they were standing in front of this huge man, and Eloise could see his eyes go over her, and they got really big…and…hahaha oh MAN his expression was priceless! She stood over him, smirking down, and extended her hand. She didn’t know why, but her heart was beating super-fast. It wasn’t like she had a crush on this guy, no way! Nothing like that…it was just the situation that was exciting. She could feel his teammates, the press, everyone in the room looking at her. There were a bunch of flashes; people were taking pictures. She loved it.
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