Ethan was excited, staring down at the small velvet box he held in his hands. Sparkling back at him in the morning sunlight through the bedroom window was a 24-karat diamond engagement ring. Today he was going to get down on bended knee and ask his girlfriend, Stacie, of four years to marry him. She was the light of his life, and the thought of tying the knot with her made every fiber of his being ignite with pure love for her.
He closed the box with a snap and headed for the door. Pulling on the knob, the door wouldn’t open for him. Ethan cocked his head in confusion and studied the doorknob. It turned, but the door simply wouldn’t open. “Stacie?” he called out, “are you there? Why won’t the door open?” Ethan heard furniture moving and tumbling from the living room of their spacious warehouse apartment. “Honey, are you there? Please open the door. What’s going on out there?”
Stacie answered him back, but her voice was louder, and deeper, than he normally had been used to. “Please stay in there, Ethan. I don’t want you to see me like this.”
“Like what?!” he shouted, now panicked. “Open this door at once!” What was all that noise from the furniture? Chair legs rubbed against the hardwood floors and what sounded like the couch tipping over thudded on the wooden floor. Two lamps also broke, and this made Ethan think the worst, like a home invasion with Stacie’s life at stake. He pounded on the door for all he was worth, trying to get to his love.
“Alright, alright, I’ll open the door,” Stacie responded nervously, “just please keep an open mind. I tried leaving early this morning, but I couldn’t get out of the apartment in time.” She opened the bedroom door and cringed back to give him room to enter the living room area. Ethan rushed out and saw a mess of his furniture. Broken lamps and glass were spread across the floor, while his stuffed chairs were pushed against the walls, next to the tipped over stuffed couch that made the set complete.
What really got his attention, though, was Stacie, in a seated fetal position, in the middle of the living room, wearing a large grey tank top and black panties. She, however, was nowhere near her 5’4” height. No, she was now over twenty feet in length, crouched in the vaulted living room trying her best not to knock into the chandelier or bust one of his picture frame windows. She was immense, scared, and half-naked.
“What the hell, Stacie? What is going on?” Stacie began to cry, believing her world was crashing before her just now. She had kept this secret from Ethan for years, but now there was no more hiding it. He waited over twenty minutes for Stacie to stop crying, wipe her teary eyes and sniffle back her running nose, and divulge her size-changing secret.
“I didn’t want you to know about this, because I thought if you did, you would leave me. I suppose you still will when this is all over. Ethan,” she paused, trying to find the words, “I have a rare, unique condition. In fact, my family back east all has the same affliction. We are all diagnosed with Lycanthropic-Giganticism, or as it’s normally called: Lunar Size Changing Disease. Every month when the moon is full, everyone in my family will grow to roughly twenty feet in height. We can’t explain it.” She stopped and studied him for his reaction to all of this.
Ethan sat down in one of the pushed aside chairs and looked at her. “You hate me now, don’t you? I don’t blame you. No one wants to date a freak, and that’s what I am, I suppose. This is why I told you I never dated much, and why there were times I wouldn’t stay over at your apartment. I can’t stop my growth spurts, and I didn’t want to hurt you, or your feelings about me.” She started crying again, hanging her head in her giant hands while her hair hung down to her thighs. Ethan’s heart tore in his chest to see her in pain like this.
He stood up and held out his hand to comfort her. Ethan placed it on her knee and patted her, trying to console his huge girlfriend. She was just as beautiful as ever, only larger in size now. He grabbed a box of tissues and held it up for her, waiting for her to notice the gesture. Through bleary eyes she saw it and grabbed the tiny pieces of tissue paper and smeared them under her eyes and across her nostrils. Ethan collected the wad into a waste pail and stared at her more.
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