As you went through the final steps, some people in suits handed you one last form, but there was nothing to sign. It told you all about your target. Name, residence, age, height, all kinds of juicy info. You hungrily snagged one and looked up, jaw agape. You had been lucky enough to be assigned to spying on Megan Fox, the actor from movies like Transformers and stuff! Savoring your delight, you stepped outside and into the sleek vehicle that would bring you deeper into the city, to a hotel where Fox would be staying in. It was only a short drive away, and once you were let out along with your team you all filed inside. The particular hotel was massive, easily one of the best in the city. Your unit also wasted no time, scanning their papers for the room number. Once you found it and took the elevator up you were sweating in anticipation.
The door now lay in front of you, and you wonder which course to take. Two of your male counterparts wanted to shrink themselves now, using the "size reduction tablet (SRT)" to slip udner the door without being detected. The other man was apathetic, and so were you. The blonde and her female friend had another idea; the three of you (you and the other two men) could go under now, then report back on Megan's status. After which they would shrink down as well and go in as a team. After checking the equipment one last time, you all simultaneously swallow your tablets and feel the instant effects of it. After about thirty seconds you could feel yourself diminishing in size, quite rapidly. Before long you and your two "friends" were now an inch tall in height, standing before an enormous door. The underside of the door was twice your height, so it would be easy to slip under.
But then another thing catches your eye. Down on the carpeted floor of the hotel hallway you weren't exactly alone. The two women, now giantesses to you, also stood. Towering giantesses at your size, you crane your neck up to look, only to find that you can barely even make where they ended. By comparison, they were both at least three hundred feet tall, and that many times as beautiful as before. You found yourself just about six inches from the sandaled foot of the blonde you had been admiring earlier, who looked down at the three of you with an amused grin. Insects in her eyes, you can imagine. A slight chill runs up your spine, but you suspect that the women are a lot more professional than that; you could trust that they wouldn't play anything. But then, could you even trust these strangers?
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