"Oh, really? What's so important about your mission that they couldn't inform me of your presence?" you balk, hurt to find yourself on the outside, as if you were a rookie agent all over again.
"Hahaha!" The giant double agent rumbles, amused by your obliviousness to the new facts. She wiggles her fingers just a bit to remind you, nearly sending you sprawling to your knees. "Sometimes expertise like yours is best suited for the little details, while dumb broads like myself are meant to handle the big picture."
Ack! There it is again, this beautiful woman has you backed into a very tight corner. You've never, ever imagined in your wildest dreams that you'd be in such a position with a member of the opposite sex. Her hot, candy-scented breath blows over you like a strong ocean breeze. She pulls you back from her face and lets you take in the panoramic view of her glorious body, and the even more massive room beyond.
"Well?" she thunders, snapping your attention back to a mouth that could swallow you whole. "Wouldn't you like to know your part in the grand scheme?"
"Actually, if you don't mind, all I'd like to do right now is go for a quick swim in your sweat glands. You wouldn't happen to have that remote lying around would you?" comes your sarcastic retort.
Again your world shakes as the giant beauty laughs. "You know little mouse, I may just get ahold of it later tonight, so you might want to avoid giving me ideas!" She lifts her palm high up in the air like an express elevator, leaving you trapped 100 feet above the mattress below, then brings her other hand up and motions towards you as if clicking the dreaded remote. At this size, you are truly helpless in this young woman's power. You shudder at the thought of what she could have done to you if she had been a true villain; on the other hand, who says she couldn't still do it anyway? Agent 97 brings her dainty hand back down to face level, which is still too high for comfort (even for a trained stuntman like yourself), and the vibrations of her voice bring your attention back to the immediate matter. "I'm actually here on a whim; freelance agent. Saved up my vacation time and chose to come spend it in this lovely little corner of the globe."
You have to admit, a fair bit of time had passed since you last heard her name, and you sure hope she doesn't have the impression you forgot about her, but with all the loves and losses in your life, it's hard sometimes to keep track. But that still doesn't explain one nagging question in the back of your head.
"But how did you manage to disguise yourself so well?" you ask in genuine puzzlement. "I mean, I thought something seemed familiar. Your scent, your curves... it really felt like I knew you from somewhere, but something seemed off." Waves of realization begin to spring to mind, and you choke on your words as you begin to understand the consequences. "You uhm... you seemed... well, a little bit..."
"Taller?" she finishes for you, the pitch in her voice rising with the excitement and a smile forming on her face.
"Yeah, I guess you kinda looked like it." She more than looked like it alright! Somehow a 5'1" raven-haired gymnast managed to assume the figure of a 5'10" buxom blonde supermodel. "Must have been those high heels you wore," you suggest.
Now Agent 97 is giggling as she lowers you to the mattress, letting you step off onto the flexible surface. Before you can adjust to the new environs, you fall backwards as two dainty pedicured feet the size of buses come sliding towards you. As you regain your composure, you find yourself standing between the heels of her elegant sandals, two white columns as tall and thick as yourself!
"These little things? I know they must seem humongous to you, but believe me they only make a few inches of difference, not much compared to the rest." She stretches her feet out on either side, dwarfing you with their length as if to emphasize her point. "You see, I'm looking for some friends, went missing around here over a year ago. They wouldn't give me exact details, but I know they were seeking specific info on Dr. Salisbury or one of his associates. Probably had something to do with what you just saw half an hour ago."
"So knowing that his men know who you are, and everyone else at MI6 thanks to that treacherous rogue Agent 54, you had to come up with a persona that even your mother wouldn't recognize," you continue, playing your favorite game of constructing the answer even as it's explained to you.
"And so I grew," she finishes, putting special emphasis on the last word as she smiles at you like a giddy schoolgirl.
"The same way I shrunk?" Quite to the contrary of your erstwhile partner, you find it hard to complete your sentence, to finally acknowledge to her and to the world that you have become small and weak.
"Not exactly. You got hit by the shrinking beam. I exposed myself to the other one, so for me there's mostly nowhere to go but up. I couldn't imagine someone carrying around a remote right now that could make me atomic size on a whim, but that's the difference not getting caught makes I guess." You gaze upon the sandaled feet still surrounding you, imagining them expand even further before your eyes to the tremendous proportions they would have assumed not so long ago.
"So can't you just keep growing and take this place over?" Boy, this conversation is getting more and more awkward for you by the second!
"Darling, if I could, I would have ground this whole place to dust in a microsecond." Agent 97 blushes, then corrects herself: "Er, only after they kindly released my friends of course. I do have the remote to control my own size, but there's another miniscule problem. The process hasn't been perfected yet, and I've only made it up to about 10 ft. That's a great height to be and all, but it won't get us very far in a place like this."
"I guess then you're going to need my help after all," you chirp up enthusiastically, hoping your embarassment will be over soon and you'll be back in action at a more familiar scale. Your hopes are quickly drowned however when she communicates the next phase of her plan. "A ray of virtually unlimited size might be just around the corner, so if Harry gets it done, then I'm going to need to use your predicament to my advantage. I know, Jack, you'll be eager to help me out, do what little you can to save the world." Drat.
Without warning, like some sort of rag doll, you are swept up in Agent 97's gargantuan fingers, which wrap around you like a warm, impenetrable coccoon and leave you to lie helplessly in her grasp. Bringing you before her monstrous yet graceful lips, she blows you a kiss and smiles at you as if she were a loving goddess.
Caving in, you decide to humor your partner/occasional lover, as it seems she's destined to have her way with you in the end regardless. "So tell me, my dear 97, what's it like to be made so big and mighty, even as others dwindle before your very gaze?"
"Well for starters, little Jack, why don't you call me Sherry?"
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