"You rally want to get small again?" Becca asked, her lush lips forming a little pout.
"Well, yeah. Eventually," Min answered. "I mean, we could always grow big again, right?
"I suppose so," Becca said, nodding. "How about you, Mark?"
Mark shrugged. "Not a problem." In an instant, his form sparkled, and he dissolved into a cloud of millions of identical tiny Mark's. They swarmed around the other two giantesses for a moment before most of them winked away. Those that remained coalesced into a single Mark who was, from Min and Beccas's perspective, about eight inches high ( but still hundreds of yards tall).
"Wow," Min said. "How many of you are there?"
Mark did some quick math. "About fourteen billion when I broke into normal size mes. Which would be crazy, right? So I broke most of my selves into microscopic particles and dispersed them over the world."
Min nodded in approval. "So, you're like a nanite cloud?"
"Guess so."
"But how do you control so many brains?" Becca asked.
Mark shrugged. "I don't really have to. The other mes are pretty autonomous. And when they get bored, the just focus on the perceptions of a me who is doing something more interesting. Like right now, eight thousand sixty three mes of various sizes are getting it on with each other. And millions of tiny mes are combing the globe for a quiet island we can chill out on. And a few of me are trying to get a job at the UN sending toxic and radioactive waste into the sun..."
"OK, that sounds cool," Becca said. "Guess we can have more fun at normal size. Mark, could you do me a favor, back in the kitchen, there was a pack of mints. Could you go bring us some?"
Instantly, two tiny Marks appeared, hovering in front of the giantess' eyeballs. Too small to be heard, their larger self communicated for them.
"They brought two mints, and wanted you to know that there are twenty two left in the pack back in the house. We're all wondering how you're going to eat something so small."
Becca and Min shared a glance. "Do you mind?"
For a second, Mark looked shocked. "Cannibals!" he accused. But then he remembered that he could teleport out if things got too gross, so his tiny human sized selves flew into the giantess' cavernous mouths.
Min and Becca swallowed, while the giant Mark narrated: "Warm...falling...tight...scared!...they're... I'm in your stomachs now. I...They say it smells like vomit...ugh, they're coming out. They say I need a shower."
"You're going to have to work on pronouns..." Becca began, but then she clutched her stomach. The mints were taking effect.
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