Chapter 34 - Back to that photograph. Can you clone me? I look like everyone you know now.

18 Prairial Year CCXXXI, Potat, South Windland, Libertalia - Amazonia

“How is it that you always win at this? Farscape lied.” Oliver questioned while looking at his right hand. Scissors beats paper.

“You never go rock on the first try,” Olivier answered casually, “I’ll let you go first though, since this isn’t exactly random.”

Oliver blinked his eyes and began processing the new information. He immediately accepted it as true and could see how Olivier had never thrown scissors in any of their prior matches. This was not the first time his taller self had mentioned something brilliant, but it was the first time someone smarter than Oliver had identified a flaw and pointed it out in a way Oliver would accept without question. This was not a put down, it was likely a fault Olivier had identified in himself, possibly even from seeing Oliver do it, and corrected for it.

Oliver carefully drew the oversized cards one at a time, and they spread out massively across his two hands. Each piece of cardboard was half a foot tall and a third a foot wide, and Oliver’s small fingers struggled to hold the half dozen cards straight without any slipping. Olivier looked at his own grip, frowned, and sent it back, needing to reshuffle his own stack of cards. He repeated this a second time, leading to him starting with an opening hand with a handicap.

The game was Space, which involved collectable cards that could be assembled into individual decks. The point of the game was to knock your opponent’s control down to zero. Olivier had spent the past few days thrusting on his smaller self all the joys of Amazonia: games, music, movies, books, food, and drinks. The two would sit for hours, Oliver telling tales of his time exploring the multiverse, and Olivier enraptured by the enormity of it, giddy by the possibility he could have, in another life, been not just an administrator, but an adventurer, diplomat, spy, and soldier.

In their talks they would compare their own histories and families. Olivier would often discuss philosophy and politics and world view from books he had read and classes he had taught, and Oliver soaked it in. Each had found a confidant for their deepest secrets. Some conversations only involved a couple words, and each would sit back and think, knowing full well how the whole conversation would go. The two had a resonance, they were closer than twins. Jennifer and Ai gave them plenty of space, being around the boys was just too awkward for both of them to deal with.

Oliver had grown up with the possibility there were other versions of himself; he was prepared for the eventuality he would meet himself. Many hours had been spent in the shower and elsewhere contemplating what he would say, what sides of himself he would show, and he knew what he most wanted to ask, or how to best impress himself. His taller self had not, and it showed. The giant was giddy and eager, high from experiencing for the first time the philosophical implications of knowing there was more than one of him in the universe, but past that there was something else. Olivier had a strong instinct, a long-suppressed desire to thrust all the parts of himself onto another being. He wanted to shape another, to have someone smaller, but willing to learn and be mentored. He grafted this urge onto Oliver.

Olivier’s card shuffling gave Oliver an opportunity to ask a question he had been thinking about since they first met, “One thing has bothered me. Our Terran counterpart has a son. You have two daughters.”

Olivier riffled the cards, creating a heavy fast-paced cracking through the air, “Maybe it’s all different. Not everything is the same between you and me.”

The small one shook his head, “No, the physics doesn’t work like that, here let me show you,” he pulled out his wallet and brought out the picture of SeaWorld. Olivier contemplated the picture, he could barely remember his own trip to WaterLand, that was over twenty years ago, he would have been barely taller than Oliver was now.

“This is us. This is me, and this is him, but this is all of us. We’re the same. Your successes are also mine, and my failures are also yours. Shared fates. You should have a son too. I have an excuse with the bombing raid, but you don’t.”

“I can’t have a …” Olivier stopped himself.

“We’re the same, if you can talk to yourself up here, you can talk to me out here,” Oliver pressed with a gesture, his hand pointed to his head and then his heart.

“There’s something wrong with us. The Bigs. No one wants to talk about it, but it’s going to be the biggest issue over the next century as the problems continue to build. We don’t know what causes it, but I am not able to. Ai’s daughters, I love them, I helped raise them, but they’re from her first marriage.”

A divergence? Oliver had severed his own bonds with fate because he chose to live under stars he was not born under. What similar forces were at play here on Amazonia? What had the Amazons experienced on the scale of a nuclear bomb?

“She wants another. Ever since our daughters left for college, she’s been wanting another.” Olivier was quiet, but quiet for a big was still loud for a little one.

“Well, all sorts of miracles are coming out of the physiology department these days, have you looked into treatments?” Oliver tried to comfort his bigger self; he could imagine himself not wanting to talk to a doctor.

“No, it’s not like that. I thought, I thought that if you were here, she’d see littles differently. If she could see that you and I are the same, she would snap out of it and realize you guys are people too. You can be adults too,” his tone shifted, “Oliver she’s been spending a lot of time with Jennifer, and at night she just goes on about how great it will be when we get our own baby. ‘Jennifer smells so pretty after a diaper change, don’t you want the house to smell like that all the time?’ ‘Jennifer said the nicest thing when I cut her sandwich, what age do you think is best? I like twenty-four months.’ She’s been looking at guides online, trying to narrow down if she wants to feed baby food or finger food.”

Oliver nodded. Olivier had a reputation and morality. He had planted stakes in the ground on his radical attitude towards littles, at both the expense and advantage of his career. Adoption would end all that. It would be a betrayal of all he had stood for, and he would not survive the hypocrisy afterwards either professionally or intellectually.

“She was never like this before, but I think seeing you has kind of messed with her brain a bit. I think, bear with me, this is bit out there.” Olivier paused trying to get the words, “I think if I say no, she might take desperate actions. I don’t know what will happen.”

“I’ll do anything to help, I can try talking with her, but it sounds like me being around us is not helping.” Oliver could offer hypnosis, but he was not sure Olivier would appreciate that.

“There is one thing that might.” Olivier started sheepishly, placing his cards down, and then back up.

The small one did not have as much patience, “Go on?”

“No, I mean. OK, just forget I brought it up. I’ll find another,” Olivier mumbled. He started fidgeting with the cards in his hand, shuffling them and flicking them.

“Hey, we’re the same. It’s the same. I grew up with this, you’re not used to it. We’re the same person. I spent a thousand hours with my friends on the playground going over every possible variation of this. Let me tell you what all that debate came to, because if you sat down and did the same thinking you’d be right where I am. It’s not weird at all. Her feelings, your feelings, they’re perfectly normal, and if you’re thinking something I’m probably thinking it too, so just go ahead and lay the cards on the table face up.”

“We’re not perverts, we have not done anything perverted,” Olivier started defensively.

“If you don’t care, I wouldn’t care either, if it bothers you, sure it’d bother me, but you get over it, I’ll find a way understand. I can’t hate you anymore than you already hate yourself.”

“We have a normal amount of sex. She just, likes to have me dress up, like play pretend with it.”

Oliver was unsure of this, he knew Ben was a dork, and some of that dorkiness had rubbed off on Olivier over the years, but he was not prepared to consider that being married to Ai for fifteen years might have done to him. Maybe the lady was a freak? What exactly did they dress up as?

Olivier finally got to the point, “Do you know who the Freewindians are?”

Oliver had read his social studies book, “They live on an island, its big enough to be its own continent, and it’s in the south Pacific. No Amazons are allowed, it’s a free republic. People there are very laid back and friendly, but it’s a very dangerous place. Giant bears will drop from the treetops and scoop you up, and they carry you in their pouches.”

Olivier was pretty sure ‘drop koalas’ were a myth, but it felt good Oliver had taken the time to learn about his world, and he wanted to encourage the boy for trying.

The giant encouraged him, “Right, right. So, they are the most,” Olivier was careful, “they are a relaxed people. I want to show you their prime minister.” He fumbled with his phone from his pocket, then laid it on the table and after a second of searching found a picture. The man had an aura of sophistication and eliteness typical of Presidents. The top half had combed gray hair, lightly tanned complexion, dark red tie and blue overcoat and pressed white shirt. From the waist down was another story. Shorts, tall socks, and flip flops. Replace the head with a boy’s and the prime minster could be mistaken for an eight-year-old at a prep school.

No one in Libertalia would ever be caught wearing such an outfit if they valued their maturity and independence. The suit was a statement: I am a free man, if I want to dress like a child, I will do that, I do not need to prove myself to anyone.

“They spend their days on the beaches, enjoying the sun, surfing. It’s a lovely place, and they have the strangest, most wonderful language and euphemisms. Take those floppy clown shoes this guy is wearing. They call them ‘jandals’.”

“No!” Oliver was shocked. He had hoped he could establish relations with the Freewindians. Allegedly they had survived for centuries outside of Amazon control, since before Unification. They would need to have considerable resources and techniques to stand so long against the bigs. Now he was not so sure, they sounded like an unserious people. Maturosis was probably rampant there.

“I dress up in the suit and shorts and flip flops, and just before,” Olivier brought up his arms like a T-rex, “I pretend I’m shrinking down, and I say something like, ‘I’m turnin’ into a shrimp on the barbie.’” He got quiet a second, “then you know, we do it.”

Oliver nodded, his face was as stiff as a palace guard, but he could feel the laugh deep in his chest. This was not the weirdest sex thing he had ever heard of; Earthlings had all forms of debasement and indignities, and he had been on the internet. The idea that something so lame was a taboo, that this was what Amazons considered to be a fetish, was exciting in its tameness.

“Let’s do it!” Oliver said excitedly and confidently. His hands came together quickly.

“That wasn’t an invitation, I mean, I’m no it’s ridiculous, what are you proposing?”

“Look, we’re the same, and if you had grown up with Terra being a thing, you’d have come to the same conclusion I have. It’s not cheating. I’m you, you’re me. It’s fine. It’s one of the perks of the multiverse. If we can make Ai have a great time, maybe it’s just what she needs to break out of her funk.”

“I don’t know, this is just weird, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have brought it up,” Olivier slouched a bit. His mind tried to imagine the scenario, three people having an adult experience, two of which were him, and his mind kept short circuiting. He could only see blobs and moving body parts.

“I’ll tell you what. We’ll rock, paper, scissors for it. If I win we do it, if I lose we drop it and play cards, sound good?”

For the first time in several days Oliver won the throw. He did not want to tell his taller self that he had been letting the big win, how he could watch the subtle movements in the hands a half second before throwing and make a split decision, easy to do when you are reading hands twice as big and twice as slow as your own. Olivier thought the game involved memorization and planning, but Oliver knew the trick, it is also about getting into the mind of your opponent.

* * *

Oliver was hiding under the bed, which felt ridiculous given its enormous size, still he was confident between the covers and blankets his vantage would not be found. The bed was massive, twelve feet by eleven and almost five feet off the ground. He had to wait for nearly fifteen minutes, as Olivier rounded up Ai and got her in the mood. The sound past the door was muffled, and the floorboards quaked with the big’s movements.

“You’re sure they’re sleeping,” Ai whispered in the way giants did, her deep voice wafting down to Oliver’s position.

“At least a few more hours, this excites you, doesn’t it? Knowing they’re here. Knowing we can get do this while people are in the house? It’s like when the girls where young again.”

“Do the accent,” Ai responded, Oliver watched as a massive blouse fell to the floor.

“Crikey! Time to get your knickers off,” More clothing and niceties fell down. Oliver glanced at the cup of Ai’s bra as it was thrown off the bed, its mammoth size would cover his whole head.

Under the weight of a two thousand pounds of humans, the mattress above Oliver smashed heavily towards the ground. The small man rolled to avoid each pounce and slam of the bed. He waited near the side of the bed, watching as it humped up and down. He noticed the weights start to shift towards the back.

“I’m stoked, but what is this? No. I’m shrinking. I’m turning into a little shrimp. What are you doing to me?” Olivier fumbled backwards a bit, and then scrunched up. He feigned falling off the bed like a professional soccer player in injury. He landed in a small heap on the ground next to Oliver. The tall man reached out and grabbed the small one. Oliver was wearing matching green shorts, and long brown socks. He was the perfect match for his taller horny self. The Amazon helped push Oliver onto the bed.

“Oiy, Sheila, love, I’m a bit of a drongo to-die, almost landed in the bush with that fall. Let me get these daks off, and I’ll show ya a real knife,” Oliver tried his best to keep a serious demeanor. Ai’s body was splayed out on the bedding, she was lost in her own fantasy. Oliver removed his shorts and fell towards her. There was not much room for foreplay, he simply hoped he could aim correctly, a tiny stick into a big hole.

“Oh God,” Ai screamed, her tossing nearly throwing Oliver off. It was too real for her, since she was a teenage girl, it was the one fantasy she had carved repeatedly into her mind like a knife on a cutting board. She was returning to the familiar groove, not just in her mind but in her senses. Olivier never captured the idea right. He did not understand that what she desired was the perversive idea of fucking a man, and as she fucked him, he would reduce in size. A big turning into a little all through the transformative power of her sexuality.

It had finally happened. A tiny appendage was raking the insides of her most sensitive spot, it was even smaller than when she would pretend with carrots and small fingers. She looked up and could barely make out Oliver’s downward facing head, she moaned again, her eyes watered with sweat and excitement. Ai needed this, with one arm she gently pushed down on Oliver’s back, helping dig his smaller body in. She closed her eyes again; Olivier had never gone this far before. It had never been this real before.

Her previous times with Olivier was typical of most sex among bigs. There was some foreplay and fun, and then there was an explosion, and that was it. It lasted a minute or two once the action started. This was intense. Thirty seconds had gone by, and her husband had still not done the deed. Then sixty. Ai was lost in her pleasure.

Every day since they had started babysitting Oliver, she had been thinking of this, the perverse possibility. She now knew what her husband would look like if he was shrunk down, and she could easily pretend the man on her was as small as she desired. The full force of fulfilling her deepest desire was coming to bear and she was lost in ecstasy.

Oliver did not last long by Earthling standards, though it was impressive for an Amazon. He quietly dismounted from Ai’s sweaty body and rolled off the bed. She was lost in a daze, barely noticing the small weight leaving her body and bed. Oliver gave a thumbs up to his counterpart as he put on his shorts and quietly slipped out of the room. Olivier came back up and entered the bed under the covers, a beaming smile on his face.

Ai started to cry, she turned to her husband and placed a long hand across his chest, “How could you do that? You made it real; I need it to be real.”

He turned his head, her hair and face were a mix of sweat and tears, “It’s ok, you’ll be ok, I could tell you were a bit strung up since the boy got here, you just needed a good time to set yourself right. I’m glad you had a good time.”

“I’m… I’m going to do it. I’m going to shrink you for real. I have the tools. I need you as my baby. I need you as my tiny person,” Ai had achieved her ultimate fantasy, and now she needed it again. She needed a tiny Olivier in her life. Olivier shook his head.

“I understand. You want to be a mommy again,”

“I know you don’t want to adopt, but if I shrink you then it’s fine. It won’t be your fault. I can bring the equipment home. You won’t even know it’s happening until it’s too late.”

Olivier kissed her on the nose, and gently held her head, “No, I don’t think so. Remember this morning when the toilet wasn’t working?”

She nodded between huffs of tears, “You fixed it?”

“Of course, I just turned the knob back. I had to taste though, just to be sure.” Olivier started to reveal his master plan.

“I don’t understand,”

“I’ll let you in on a secret. We boys have a superpower. You’re ovulating. You want to be a mommy again; well, you’re going to be a mommy. The old-fashioned way.”

“That’s impossible,” Ai pushed herself up, so she sat against the bed’s headboard, her mind was starting to clear up.

“And here I thought you were good at physics, nothing is impossible if you put your mind to it,” Olivier smirked.

Olivier had played a long game with Oliver, one where he had earned incremental advantages at every opportunity until finally leading to this game winning play. He knew Olivier had ‘broken’ his rock paper scissors code early, and he let the boy think he was clever by choosing to lose to it. Olivier was an expert at strategy, and he prided himself on never losing a game to the mirror match. If there was one opponent you can learn to beat, it is yourself.

Seven months later, little Ollie Junior was born – seven months premature for the child of two Amazons, but otherwise a healthy baby. Junior needed lots of help from mommy and daddy. Potty training took three years. He barely passed quantum physics in third grade. Despite all the miracles of Amazon science, Junior skipped right over his first puberty, and he stopped short of seven feet by adulthood.

The boy was exactly what the couple wanted, someone Olivier could guide and mentor and share with, and a baby for Ai to dress up and adore.

Junior, despite his stature, was an Amazon, and he could pass as a little. There are places on Amazonia where the giants are not allowed to tread. There was an entire continent of babies pretending they could live without a mommy and daddy, and Ollie was the one born to rescue them.