James asked Ashely to meet her at a fancy restaurant for their anniversary.  But when he shows up late and in bad shape things take a turn for the worst.  Luckily James doesn't have to deal with a giantess version of Ashely right about now.  Oh wait. . .  (This story is only up on my Patreon All Access tier.)

The phone in her torn pants pocket started to ring. “Ugh, not now.” She tried to pick it up, but her fingers were too humongous. “I am lucky I don’t crush the poor thing. Huh?”

             “Hello? Ashely, are you there?”

             She winced. “I must have somehow turned it on.” She knelt down by her pants pocket as she continued to grow. “What do you want, James.”

             “Hey, you don’t have to yell so loud. I know you’re mad, but you don’t have to blow out my ears!”

             “You want yelling?” She raised her voice. “I am yelling!”

             The line went silent for a few moments. “Holy crap. Did you put your voice into a megaphone?”

             She ripped her left arm out of the window and car door frame. “None of your business. What do you want?”

             “Hey, umm, can you reconsider making me walk home? I think there are wolves out here out here. So please don’t make me do this.”

             She formed her hands into fists. “You just can’t help but keep pushing this issue, can you?”

             “Hey, I know I messed up, but please, it isn’t a reason to let me become eaten now, is it? Come on, you need someone to let your rage flow out on, right?”

             She smiled as she kicked out and ripped the front end of her vehicle apart. “Yes.

Yes, I do.” She stood up. “Tell me, where are you?”

             “Umm, a mile or two away from the restaurant; why?”

             She slammed her hand against her pocket, crushing her phone. “Perfect.”

She turned around. “Thank you for reminding me that we have some issues to work out tonight, James.” She rubbed her hands together as she stepped over the remains of her vehicle, her pants ripping further apart.