Ugh. You just had the weirdest dream. These are the first thoughts that pop into your still aching head. You dreamed about yourself, shrunk, in school, and giant clones... but it was all over n-
Then you realize you're not on a bed. You're on a rough soft, fleshy, almost leathery surface you've fantasized about all too much. You groan.
"You awake?" A voice bellows out. A voice which you recognize all too well. You open your eyes to see familiar flesh-tones with ridges on them being the main thing which makes the ground. There's also a shadow over you- you can guess who. You pull yourself to your hands and knees, then try to stand.
You're quickly forced to sit again. A large amount of rocking makes holding a stance all but impossible. It's just as well- you had a feeling you knew where you were now, but the next sight would have knocked you on your ass anyway.
There, in front of your eyes, is your face. Your face, with your hair, your acne, your bad shave job, over your chest with the same shirt you're currently wearing. The same face you recognize from so much standing in front of so many mirrors is now looking back at you. Only this time, the face is magnified to the size of a house. And it's not mimicking your motions any more.
"Wow." The surreality of the moment floods into your mind like a dam bursting. You're actually there. Sitting in someone's hand. Sitting in YOUR OWN HAND.
"Wow." You agree with yourself, meekly. What else can you say? 'Wow' pretty much covered it.
For a while, you two are silent as you stare at each other. The bobbing of the hand's motion vaguely tells your brain in the back of your mind that you're being taken somewhere... or rather your going somewhere... the brain goes back to silent awe. Your giant doppelganger speaks again first.
"So are you actually-" You cover your ears to show that your double is speaking too loud. "Sorry." He responds, at a much more acceptable volume. "So are you actually me?"
You respond, just barely out of your stupor enough to talk. "I think so. I don't know."
"What's your name?"
"Jacob Andrews. I prefer Jake."
"...Alright, where were you born?"
"Little Rock, Arkansas?"
"What do you do in your free time?"
"I read giantess interactives online."
His silence tells you that all three of those characteristics are shared between the two of you. The pacing continues again in silence. You look behind you, and through the giant's fingers, you recognize the path 'you' are taking as the one back to your room. "So, um-"
"What? ...Sorry, what?"
"Any idea as to what caused this? Created me, or whatever?"
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