Mako Lafleur was a completely normal kid in a family that was anything but. First off, it was huge, with Mako being the youngest of ten children and the only boy. Second, all his sisters were huge, with even the shortest one of them being many times his size. Since their parents were almost always away on business trips, the children were usually alone with just each other for company. Because of this, they were a very tight-knit group, and the girls especially all adored their baby brother.
“Mako, you sleepyhead, it’s time to get up,” came the call from the sister gently shaking his room. The boy half jumped and was half thrown out of bed. He quickly got dressed and ran to greet his waiting sister.
“I’m up, I’m up! You don’t have to shake my room anymore,” Mako called out as he exited his room. Said room was made of old shipping containers and furnished like any little boy’s room. Mako and his sisters had an arrangement that every night he would sleep in a different sister’s room, so his room had carrying handles on the side to make it easier for them to hold. Each night the sister in charge of his room would place it on her nightstand so that he wasn’t in danger of getting stepped on. It also had a plug on the bottom so it could have electric power.
“Finally, I was wondering when you were ever going to get up,” Mako’s 18-year-old sister Camelia said. Small only in comparison to her sisters, Camelia was still about twice the size of a two-story house. She held out her hands in front of her as Mako took a running leap into them. Once she secured her little brother, she raised them to her nose so he could give her a hug. “Good morning to you too. Ready to meet the others?” she asked. When Mako answered in the affirmative, Camelia turned to exit her room.
Instead of opening to a hallway, Camelia’s door led to a plaza in the middle of a circle of nine huge buildings. Since each sister was a significantly different size, their parents decided it would be easier for each girl’s room to be separate rather than try to put them all into one home. This resulted in a complex that looked more like a series of increasingly larger aircraft hangars than a traditional home. There were common areas designed to accommodate the girls, such as a jumbotron tv opposite a large hill that served as the living room. There was also a huge dining table that had seats designed specifically for each sister. Gathered at the table were the rest of the Lafleur sisters, a couple of whom waved once they saw Camelia holding Mako.
Camelia slid into her seat and held her hand out on the table so Mako could jump off. Once he landed, he immediately started running to the next place on the table so he could do his morning rounds of greeting each sister. The table was arranged so that the girls got progressively taller as you went from one end to the other. Since Mako arrived with Camelia, that meant he was starting from the short side.
“Oh, good morning, Mako.” The first sister he ran to was 13-year-old Daisy. A huge bookworm (no pun intended), Daisy preferred to read words rather than speak them. Luckily for her, her parents had managed to get an e-reader built for her size. Although reading was a solitary activity, she preferred to do so in her sisters’ company and could often be found curled up next to one of them as she read. She simply held out a couple fingers for Mako, then gently squeezed him as he hugged one of them.
“Hey there Mako, did you sleep well?” asked 16-year-old Zinnia, who worked part-time as a lifeguard at the local beach. She considered her height a gift that was best used helping people, so she was always wearing her lifeguard bikini in case she had to make an emergency rescue. Even Mako knew that while she really did love helping people in need, she also did that as an excuse to show off her body and maintain her tan. As she always said, when you’re saving someone, there’s no harm in looking good while doing it. She used the tip of her index finger to give Mako a high five as he ran by.
“I spy with my brown eye, my super cute little bro,” was what 12-year-old Heather said from behind her magnifying glass. She was curious about the world as normal people saw it. Sometimes she got a little careless with her magnifying glass, which once led to her setting Mako’s shirt on fire. Luckily, she was able to blow it out before he got hurt, and both of them could laugh about it now. She held out a Mako sized fist that he punched for a massive fist bump.
“Our little guy finally made it,” 17-year-old Jasmine announced as Mako came near. Jasmine was a veritable green thumb, running a huge garden that was chock full of fruits and vegetables that supplied a large portion of the family’s dinner ingredients. Along with her produce gardens, she also had a “small” garden comprised of fully grown trees that she could easily dig out and plant thanks to her size. She closed her hand around his body and gave it a light squeeze before putting him down.
“A fine morning to you, Prince Mako,” 10-year-old Violet declared. She was obsessed with all things princesses and pink, to the point that she gave up all of her presents other for her last birthday so that she could get her hair dyed pink. Alongside her was her faithful companion, the 50-foot-tall stuffed rabbit, Sir Hopsalot. Despite her princess act, Mako knew that she was actually a very kind, sweet girl. Just one was very dedicated to the act. Mako bowed to the rabbit before miming drinking tea with Violet.
“Watch out, Macho Mako’s on his way,” 15-year-old Lily said as he approached. She had a tank top with the local high school’s logo on, specially made for her as the manager of the boys’ sports teams. According to her, she managed the teams because she liked “watching the cute boys work hard.” While she was oblivious to it, her figure gave them two very large reasons to work hard. Nevertheless, she was always there with an encouraging word for the people she liked. She lowered her head to the table so that Mako could kiss her cheek, and in return she kissed the top of his head.
“Yay, Mako’s here!” 9-year-old Iris cheered as she saw her brother. Since they were the closest in age, they spent the most time together. One of her favorite games to play with Mako was Mountain Climber, where Iris would pose in some way and challenge him to climb his way up to her head. Although she was a very rambunctious girl, she was always paying close attention to Mako to make sure that he didn’t fall and hurt himself. They played a quick game of rock paper scissors, which Mako won, causing Iris to jokingly fall out of her chair.
“Ah, it’s so great to see you, Mako,” 19-year-old Rose softly said. The oldest child of the Lafleur family, she was also by far the largest. While the other daughters were usually within a head height or two of at least one of their sisters, none of them were even half as tall as Rose. Alongside her incredible height was her incredible volume of hair, which fell in thick, curly, golden blond curtains down to her shins. She always refused to have it cut and took a lot of care to keep it clean. Despite her incredible size, Rose was the gentlest person Mako had ever met, with her every action seemingly calculated in a way that causes the least amount of disturbance to others. Since their parents were almost always away on business trips, Rose was usually in charge of the other children, and she made sure to always be a good older sister. For their greeting, Rose blew a kiss to Mako, who caught it and tried to blow an even bigger one back.
As Mako took his place at his end of the table, Rose addressed the gathered family. “Now that we’re all here and mostly awake, here’s what we’re doing today,” she announced.
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