Hours had passed since the monolithic Treecko had issued his “ultimatum.” The city, country, and most likely the world waited in anticipation for what would happen. Indeed, while everyone knew of giants and the various forms of them throughout the world, not one single person had ever seen something as immense as the green reptile. The image of the metropolis itself, already being several miles in diameter, fitting in between two of its toes was something that would most likely be passed down in the history books, should they comply with its demands and shrink it to a more manageable size.

The city council held an emergency meeting shortly after the Treecko’s booming voice gave them a chance to fix everything. Unsurprisingly, all members were in favor of issuing full use of the experimental size ray that was nearly developed within their borders. They took pride in the fact that they were developing ray guns to affect the sizes of both everyday objects, and if possible, to combat more hostile macros and detain them. Such an advanced technology would be revolutionary…should it work in its first ever testing. Thankfully, they had two of their best engineers making sure it would be ready by sundown.


“Pass me the wrench again, Matt.”

The human referred to as Matt handed over the requested item to his colleague. “Is that panel loose again?”

The other engineer took the wrench, and began to tighten a bolt connected to the panel that was pointed out. After doing so, he lifted some goggles off of his face, and stood up. “It was. Should be fine now, though,” he replied simply.

“Well, let’s hope so. The circumstances aren’t exactly ideal for mistakes, Abbot.”

The other engineer, revealed to be an anthropomorphic Absol, scoffed in response. “As if I needed reminding. But everything is working smoothly. It will work this time. No mistakes, only miracles.”

“So calm in the face of the potential end of the world,” Matt muttered with a shrug. “I’m honestly surprised we were given another chance, and the funding, to go along with the finishes to this thing.”

“Yes, you’re not wrong on that part. But besides that, there is a bright side. We have a willing test subject that doesn’t entirely want to smash us into the mantle,” Abbot replied, before adjusting his glasses and snickering. “A test subject who actually wants to be the test subject, as a matter of fact.”

Matt’s face turned a shade of red. “You could have warned me that you were going to fire it at me! I could have grown out of the building! And those were my favorite clothes!”

Abbot waved his hand dismissively as he flipped a few switches on the prototype size ray. He got a soft hum in response, and the size ray seemed to turn on. Abbot grinned. “Well, once this works, we’ll be famous enough to create our own clothing line. Alas, onto more pressing matters. Help me move this to the roof.”


Trayk rocked back and forth upon his tail, having laid down to rest. Contrary to what he thought earlier, today was not a good day, even though he tried to make it so.

As it turned out, there was very little to do when you were dozens and dozens of miles tall. And Trayk’s agenda usually involved interacting with the environment around him. Kicking over trees, being observant of a city’s population as he walked down one of their streets, flipping a demolished building with his tail…it was those little interactions that kept him from being bored with being an abnormally large Treecko. And now that he was beyond that abnormality, he found himself quite bored.

He recalled the events throughout the day as he waited for sundown. While he could admit that it felt great to have threatened an entire city about how he could easily snuff it out with one of his toes, even though he wouldn’t intentionally go through with it, the remainder of his day just didn’t match up to how the day began.

At first, he tried to see how the coastline looked on one side of the country. He didn’t expect much, given how it seemed like a long, narrow patch of sand with water that could maybe go about as deep as his knee. What disappointed him there was the trip itself. From his starting point at the metropolis, he had reached the coastline in about two minutes. The landmarks he had heard about seemed invisible to him, and thus he really had nothing to keep his attention, save for the occasional cloud and plane he could barely make out. He didn’t want to think how it was for anything below him. No doubt his very movements broke the sound barrier, and every impact from every one of his steps probably caused more damage than he could make in a year at his normally large height.

Trayk blinked. He was suddenly reminded of what he saw upon reaching the coastline. Near where he had stood was a modest looking town, most likely a beachside town for the wealthy. Within said town, he had made out the form of another macro who was, until he had arrived, smashing up the place. He could barely make out what kind of macro it even was, but he had to guess it was some sort of red cat-like kaiju. Regardless, and unfortunately for the kaijucat, he was bored from his trip to the coastline. He had squatted down over the entire town, to the shock of the populace. Without any real effort, he had lifted it from the town with two fingers, pinching the tiny and angry kaiju by its tail in an almost deft performance, had he not crushed the portion of the town the kaiju was in.

Trayk smirked to himself. I wonder if that pipsqueak has landed yet, he thought smugly, remembering how he had flicked the much tinier giant across the ocean. He could still remember the flailing and mewling it was making as it sailed off. No doubt it would wake up angry, and probably dazed. He probably could have finished that kaiju’s work and destroyed the town, had he desired. It might have been an interesting distraction, but he figured he had done his good deed for the day. Thinking about how confused the townsfolk must have been when he had saved them, after unintentionally crushing so many beforehand, brought him some form of satisfaction. There was a certain thrill to keeping those little things guessing as to what he had planned.
Other than that, he had found very little in the way of passing the time. He tried drawing signs in the earth, visiting the largest mountain in the state, and seeing if he could blow away clouds without affecting everything below them. Judging by the rubble, trees, earth, and some giant blue dragon that sailed away, he didn’t successfully perform the last one.

Trayk turned toward the horizon, and noted the sun beginning its descent. It was nearly time for him to “remind” the metropolis from earlier that their time was up, and to get ready to follow through on what he offered. The shrinking part, at least. He didn’t know any other cities that were developing legal size rays, and he didn’t want to actually destroy his only chance of being a regular giant again.

They’d better not screw this up… he thought idly to himself. I’m getting very bored.


“Hoooooly crap, I hope we don’t screw this up…” Matt whispered meekly at the sight of the enormous Treecko that literally towered over the city, even from its laying position several miles away.

Suddenly the task to shrink it seemed even more daunting than it did earlier in the day. Matt wasn’t sure how, but it was.

“Have you ever seen a Pokémon this big before, Abbot?” he asked without looking at his colleague.

Abbot didn’t respond. Matt blinked, then turned to him. His Absol colleague wasn’t adjusting anything on the size gun, but more staring directly at the giant Treecko…almost a little too intently. With a frown, Matt shook his shoulder. “Earth to Abbot. I asked you a question.”

Abbot looked startled, as if woken from a trance. He dusted down his lab coat and adjusted his glasses, but looked almost rushed whilst doing so. “W-what? No, I wasn’t…I mean, I was just…um…”

Abbot cleared his throat, and tried to distract himself by looking over the size gun. “I was…running some internal calculations. How much time it will take to shrink him, how much output will be needed, how much energy it creates when it walks that causes it to utterly annihilate everything below it when it walks and how it would feel to be in its path-”

Abbot coughed, and tried to hide a faint blush on his face, but Matt scoffed in response. “You were staring at its feet, you childish pervert.”

Abbot seemed to freeze in place, before meekly offering a response. “Perhaps?”

Matt paused, and then shook his head. “I’m starting to think that you took this job not for the science or the fame of changing the sizes of certain things, but to fuel your fetish thirst.”

“It’s…er…a bit of both,” Abbot muttered sheepishly. “B-but regardless of my intentions! I’m focused enough to test this piece of flawless engineering and potentially save the world! Is that not enough?”

Matt crossed his arms, and raised an eyebrow. “Only if you don’t drool.”

“Matt, I may be easily susceptible to fawning over the very bottom portions of a body, but I won’t be drooling when the time comes to do the right thing.”

“Alright, then. I’ll take your word on that,” Matt said with a nod. He walked over to where Abbot was originally checking the framework and began examining everything again. After a few moments, he blinked and peered up. “Say, when you used me as a test subject, were you also doing it as an attempt to see my fe-“

“Yes. Absolutely.”


An hour had passed. To the city folk below, the sun had already set for them, and they waited almost anxiously for the Treecko to say something. An air of fear could be felt along the streets. Had it changed its mind? Were they about to be destroyed? Surely it couldn’t have forgotten about them?

That particular question was answered as Trayk’s voice rang out through the evening sky, as one of his yellow eyes peered down at the city below him, almost appearing deific to those that could make it out beyond his immense form. “Still seeing a bit of sunlight on my part. Give it a few seconds.”

Trayk waited a little while longer, almost agonizingly so, before standing up to his full height. The sunlight no longer touched any part of his body, which meant it was safe to begin the process of getting him back to normal.

He crossed his arms while gazing down at the metropolis that had to watch his every move ever since he had arrived earlier in the day. He rolled up his tail to be safe, then slowly inhaled before speaking. “Well, I do hope you’ve all been busy. I know I have been,” he murmured plainly. “I’m feeling generous, too. As long as you promise to do what I say, and when I tell you to, I won’t have you all look up at my toes again…unless some of you actually enjoy that sort of thing. Fucking weirdos.”

Down in the city below, Matt elbowed Abbot in the arm to get him to snap out of his staring. Trayk cleared his throat again. “So, first things first. Do any of you bugs have some sort of signal? Like a light on top of a building or something?”

As if on cue, and almost out of some form of desperation, the tallest skyscraper in the metropolis suddenly lit up with a spotlight that shined up towards the approaching night sky.

Trayk blinked, before squatting down and squinting at the rather minuscule signal that he had asked for. With a dismissive shrug and a roll of his eyes, he spoke again. “Huh, you actually have something. Good enough, I guess.”

Trayk raised a single finger in front of him. “Now, first things first. I told you all that I needed something to neutralize an ointment I have on my skin. I use that ointment to make sure that I don’t grow with direct sunlight, or get affected by some schmuck’s black market size ray. Now, even though I doubt those two-bit wannabe bits of scrap can even affect me at this point, I still need a form of neutralizer aimed at me so that it will prematurely erase the ointment’s duration. Then when that happens, your actual size ray, provided that you all actually listened to me and funded a legitimate one, will be used to shrink me to normal, or at least to a size that doesn’t risk an apocalypse. Understand?”

On the roof of one of the major buildings in the metropolis, Abbot sat wide-eyed and attentive, and responded really quietly. “Yes, sir…”

Matt slapped him on the back of his head. “Focus, you’re supposed to warn about and potentially ward off disasters, not fall in love with them.”

Trayk, meanwhile, could not even remotely hear a single response, given how tall he was. Judging by the skyscraper’s light flashing on and off multiple times, however, he imagined that was a signal of affirmation. “Good. Let’s get this over with, then. First, the neutralizer. Just go ahead and hit me with it anywhere. I’m sure I can handle it,” he said with a smirk.

At first, there was an almost uncomfortable silence as Trayk waited for any sort of communication. It wasn’t until he saw the trails of jets approaching from the west that he realized something was happening. He felt slightly apprehensive at first, but quickly remained calm, seeing as there wasn’t any way he could actually be affected by them should they try to attack him. It wasn’t until he could see the trails breaking off from one of his toes that he suspected that their “run” wasn’t even an attack run at all.

“I…take it those jets had what I asked for,” Trayk muttered while eyeing the metropolis.

The spotlight from the skyscraper blinked on and off.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” Trayk said with a slightly astonished expression. “Very resourceful. Perhaps you all aren’t so useless after all.”

Trayk hesitated for a moment, and slowly began to feel the neutralizer taking effect. He was used to this feeling before. Whereas having the ointment applied onto him made him feel normal, the feeling without one was like being many pounds lighter. Glancing back at the horizon, he was glad he waited as long as he could before attempting this. One or two minutes earlier and he would have grown again, and most likely into the sunlight.

Now came the hard part. The moment of truth. Being neutralized of any ointment meant he was susceptible to any form of size changing, whether it be a size ray or a thrown potion and everything in between. He had been affected by these sorts of thing beforehand, but he was always quick to stop it by reapplying ointment. But given the events earlier in the morning, as well as the thought of what would happen if there was a mistake, Trayk was praying for a miracle.

“Alright. Charge that size gun or whatever and fire it at me,” Trayk said, trying to keep his voice as calm as he could. “You literally only have one shot.”


Abbot and Matt froze for a moment. They glanced at each other, while simultaneously inhaling sharply. With a nod, they both went about making the final checks to the size gun.

Matt looked at a clipboard and began to read off everything, while Abbot adjusted knobs and switches.

“Energy output?”

“Perfect.”

“Heat vents?”

“Open and running.”

“Grow and Shrink mirrors optimally aligned?”

Abbot took a moment to open a small hatch to check the interior of the gun. “Both aligned at ninety degrees.”

Matt nodded, then scoffed at the next check. “Trajectory…even though we can’t really miss?”

Abbot cast a sideways glance at the Treecko squatted over the skyline. “Aimed at target. Worst case scenario, we’ll get ridiculed if we whiff.”

Matt grumbled to himself under his breath. “I can think of a few worse scenarios…anyway. Set to Shrink?”

Abbot nodded. “Check. I’ve even taped it so it won’t change mid-fire.”

Matt blinked. “Is that even going to…? Never mind, no time.”

Abbot quickly waved his hand. “Then we’re ready?”

Matt tossed the clipboard aside. “Ready as we’ll ever be.”

Both engineers walked to the front of the size gun, now completely charged and whirring. All it needed was a single pull of a lever and then it would fire.

The Absol and the human engineers looked at each other one more time as they both grabbed an end of the lever.

“Here goes,” they both said simultaneously.

They both pulled the lever outwards. Within seconds, the massive size ray radiated a dark blue aura, and then fired without so much of a chance to blink. A dark blue laser flew through the air, illuminating the buildings in the city as it soared towards the gigantic Treecko.

Everyone held their breath.

Trayk could see the laser being fired up at him. It wasn’t hard to miss. He watched it with an almost uneasy feeling, although he couldn’t figure out why. This should have been a relief to him.

And then, the laser made contact, and Trayk’s body seemed to have the same blue aura of the laser that was fired. When the laser dissipated, the fruits of the city’s labor appeared.

…in the form of Trayk’s already massive form growing steadily again.

Trayk’s eyes widened in surprise, and he nearly tumbled backward with a stunned expression on his face. “What the hell?!”

Matt, still on the roof of the building, could physically feel his jaw drop as the incredible wall of green grew even higher into the sky. He already had a hard time craning his neck that far back to seeing the Grass-type beyond its humongous toes. Now they were the only thing visible to him, and to everybody in the freshly panicking populace of the metropolis. He darted back to Abbot with an expression that was a combination of terror, anger, and general confusion.

“W-what went wrong?! Everything was built perfectly! The checks were in place! This…this shouldn’t be happening!”

Abbot could be seen scrambling through the open panel of the size gun, and didn’t respond.

Matt huffed, and hurriedly stood over the Absol. “Abbot! What went wrong? How could anything of this have gone wrong?!”

There was a brief moment of silence from the Absol, who then reappeared from his scrambling. He calmly closed the panel, and readjusted his glasses while making a straight face, much to the chagrin of the human engineer. “It appears I have made an error in the final checks.”

“An error?! What do you mean, an error?”

“The…mirrors that balance out the the growth and shrinking formulas within the size gun were not tuned to ninety degrees at all. Quite frankly, they were attuned to a complete one hundred and eighty degrees. Thus, the mirrors actually reflected the designated lasers off of each other, providing the opposite effect of what was fired.”

Both engineers looked up at the sound of one of Trayk’s toes, possibly one of the two he threatened to use earlier, starting to bulldoze its way over the metropolis at a frightening pace.

Matt’s heart sunk. He realized that he should have been more terrified, but at this point he was just too tired to care. “So…we’ve doomed the world because…you rushed one of the checks.”

Abbot’s attention was more focused on the approaching toe than on Matt. “Simply put, yes. I suppose it isn’t all bad, though.”

“I’m sorry, but you’re an idiot.”

“Maybe. Now then, if I may…” Abbot responded quietly, before spreading his arms wide and shouting out at the green wall that was now at their building. “TAKE MEEEEEEEEE!”


“Are you freaking kidding me?!” Trayk shouted into the air, his voice disturbing the area around him more than his rapidly growing body was. He stared down at the shrinking metropolis, once able to fit between his toes, now becoming little more than a tiny, almost unnoticeable patch of grey. “Some help you guys were! Seriously! You had one job, idiots! ONE JOB!” Trayk growled, before lifting his multi-mile long foot, and slamming it down on the metropolis in a display of pure, unadulterated power. The city vanished instantly, as well as the surrounding area. Forests, mountains, gas stations and freeways; they were all simply obliterated from the friction of Trayk slamming his foot down, even before it touched the ground.

Trayk huffed. It didn’t satisfy him, having crushed those he had hoped would fix everything. But given his current predicament, he wasn’t in the mood for trying to be nice anymore. He quickly weighed his options as he grew taller and taller. Eventually he would run out of room, and air. Or maybe both. Who knows?

Looking around quickly, he realized he had only one real option. He had crushed one city during his earlier growth spurt that had the ointment, which halted this beforehand. He had minutes, maybe even seconds, to crush another one before he simply got too big. Sure, his image would suffer, as he wasn’t a fan of completely wiping out civilization, but he simply had no other choice.

Taking one step forward in an tremendous display of upturned earth, he began to find a city he could step on…

…before realizing his head was now back within range of the sunlight he had waited to avoid earlier.

His body began to feel tingly.

“Oh, for the love of-”


The rest of the world could only feel the tremors of what was happening. Thoughts of dread immediately returned to their minds. They had heard the reports of the massive Treecko’s growth from earlier in the day. Surely he couldn’t still be growing? What had happened when he had stopped? Was he simply walking around?

Their questions and fears immediately came to fruition when Trayk’s head poked over the horizon at a stunning pace. There was just no way. He was already massive enough! How could he still be getting bigger?

It wasn’t until some people began to realize that something was very wrong. His head was on the horizon, so why were the tremors feeling closer than he was?

By the time people across the continent began to realize that his head appearing on the horizon didn’t mean he was at that very spot, Trayk’s feet plowed through the horizon at a rate nobody had ever seen before. States had seconds to react before being crushed. And the effect just increased as more and more of the surrounding landmass had very little opportunity to even look up. Smaller countries soon followed, and the size of what became part of the mantle increased as quickly as the Treecko was growing.


Trayk stood where he was. His arms were crossed in sheer annoyance, like he was known for. He didn’t even bother taking steps anymore, lest he accidentally fall right through the planet and into the core itself. And he wasn’t a fan of catching third degree burns.

He could only imagine the damage he was causing, and that caused him to grumble underneath his breath. Today was not a fun day. One night enjoying a parade, the next causing Doomsday. He didn’t even know who to blame anymore. Yes, it was his fault for not getting more ointment in the first place, but he also felt obligated to blame the city he had trusted and spared from his imaginative wrath for putting him into this new perspective.

This must be where the Globetrotter cliché comes in. he thought to himself as he gazed down at the continent he was slowly taking up. So far, none of the cities below had any other ointments that halted his growth, and he was tempted to check another continent, but thought against it, instead.

Might as well see what happens to these stupid ants. I mean, surely they deserve this…right?

Trayk blinked to himself. The world didn’t exactly owe him any favors, nor did they give him a break for existing, and yet…

Trayk sighed, no doubt deafening those still around below him. It’s official. I’m losing my touch…

Trayk squatted down, and placed his tail onto the ruined continent that he was standing on with a ominous boom. Within moments, he launched himself upward, causing an immense popping sound from both the sound barrier and most likely the tectonic plate below him. His jump sent him clear of the stratosphere, and like he had anticipated, he didn’t come crashing down through the planet, but instead began to float in the vacuum of space.

He had to admit, it felt…strange. It was like being carried by a Flying-type, or possibly being one. He couldn’t exactly put his finger on it as to why he felt this way…nor could he explain why he was even able to breathe. Did he unlock some sort of hidden potential that broke his mortal coils? Did he become a god like all the legendary Pokémon he had heard of? Surely he would have a leg up on them right now if that were true.

And upon further examination, he was floating freely through space. He had heard how it usually worked up here, with being unable to control where you go save your last movement. But Trayk found himself able to move in some directions if he concentrated hard enough. He’d probably still have to adjust by forcing himself off of celestial objects to affect his trajectory, but at least it was better than spinning around like a moron. Was he special in this way? Was he able to change the entire laws of physics simply because he had grown large enough?

Trayk shrugged to himself. He didn’t know the answers to any of these questions, and found himself not really caring. It was just making his head hurt.

He felt something bump against his tail, which he dismissively pushed away without even checking to see what it was. Needless to say, the moon would have a more noticeable crater the next time the night sky was clear.

Trayk started to debate his next move when he caught a glimpse of something below his stomach. Floating before him lay the planet in which he had grown up on, both literally and figuratively. Somehow, and in some way, it remained intact. Granted, one of the continents was now just two footprints from when he had jumped off, leaving craters that would most likely remain on the planet’s surface forever, but it did not appear to be experiencing a planetary breakdown, despite its appearance.

On top of all that, it was now smaller than any digit on his hands or feet.

Trayk pondered to himself for a moment. Earlier he would have considered calling himself huge to have been the biggest understatement of the century…when he was still on the planet. From his current position, he wished he could have pummeled his earlier thoughts.

A thought came to his mind, and he lazily lifted one of his feet. To those that remained on the other continents, their momentary relief was quickly drowned in favor of a suddenly green sky. Everyone across the globe soon saw something yellow, and those that could make it out realized that it was the Treecko’s eye, gazing down at the planet from in between two of its toes. They had heard the reports of him doing the same thing to a metropolis a whole continent away…but this was something else entirely that nobody could even come close to comprehending.

Trayk idly rested his head on one of his hands. He frowned for a moment at what he believed to be his imagination at first, but soon realized it was very much real. Even though he could not hear it from outer space, he knew that the planet was giving off a multitude of emotions. There were prayers of forgiveness and mercy and a bunch of other melodramatic stuff that he generally found stupid. He didn’t exactly blame them, though. He was growing so steadily to the point where his size was now interpreted as a god’s ascension to power. Even though he wasn’t really a deity, the people on his former home planet began to see him as one, and possibly treated the events of the last day as a sign. He wondered at first what that sign was, before coming to the conclusion that perhaps they were waiting for him to inflict judgement.

Trayk frowned to himself. It would be easy, wouldn’t it? They don’t owe me any favors. One wiggle, or pinch, whatever, and they’d all be snuffed out like a light. It’d be like popping a grape. These bugs are literally nothing to me anymore.

For a moment, he stopped, before scoffing to himself. Sheesh, that was cringe-worthy. I wonder if that’s what actual gods think to themselves if they chose to do something like this. I need to put my head on straight and set a better example.

There was an uneasy silence as Trayk weighed his options some more, all the while watching the planet dwindle from the size of a golf ball to a marble in between his toes. After an eerie silence, he cleared his throat.

“I’m not exactly going to give a speech about how feeble you all are, or how your lives are in my hands to do as I see fit,” Trayk spoke clearly, his voice causing the planet to shake, but ultimately not crush it or entirely deafen the population. “…well, technically between my toes, but…I digress. This isn’t something I wanted to happen but here we are. You’ve all been either hostile to me because of me being a giant, or have avoided me out of fear. All I wanted was to try and fit in, or at least not get called a freak or a monster or something equally damning. Yet you all never gave me that chance. Hell, the one chance I give you all in shrinking me back to normal and you failed in probably one of the biggest screw-ups in history. And as you can imagine, and no doubt see, I could wipe you all out and move on without so much of a care in the world…er…solar system. Whatever.”

He waited a while to let his words sink in before speaking up again.

“But I’m not going to. Because I’m sure my story, or ascension, or whatever the hell you want to call it, will be enough of a warning for you to never be a bunch of dickheads again. At least, I hope it will.”

Trayk moved his foot away from the now minuscule planet, and shrugged. “Besides, what would even be the point? It wouldn’t make me feel any better to crush you all,” he spoke dryly. “…I mean, maybe a little, but…whatever. You get the point. If you all get out of line again, I’ll come back here and use my tail to play ping pong with the planet, I swear to Arceus.”

Trayk sighed, and he managed to float himself away from the planet and its moon. He didn’t know what awaited him next. There wasn’t any use in complaining about where he was now, so the logical conclusion would be to do what he was doing beforehand. He thought about extinguishing the sun in an attempt to stop getting bigger, but at this point it wouldn’t even matter. He supposed if there was any form of bright side, it would be that he had a lot to explore now in the vastness of space. In a weird way, it was as if he was still three hundred feet tall and exploring the world, albeit the inhabitants were now on little balls of rock that he might or might not see.

Trayk groaned. “Godhood really sucks,” he grumbled to himself. “How does Arceus put up with this? …is he even this big? Maybe I could find out. That ought to be cool.” Trayk chuckled, then took another look at his home planet, undoubtedly praising him for being benevolent enough to not hold too big of a grudge. He smiled a little, before floating off in the direction of a cluster of stars. “Might as well discover things most weren’t meant to see. Alpha Centauri is this way, right?”


Matt awoke somewhere green. He wasn’t sure how he got there, or how he was even alive, but he currently had more to worry about.

Glancing around, he could only assume that he had somehow managed to latch onto a spot on one of the Treecko’s toes. He wondered why gravity existed here, or even oxygen, judging by the conclusion he came up with about the Pokémon god reaching space. Having found no real answers, he laid down on his back and ran his hand through his hair. If he were still okay, then most likely his colleague would share the same fate. Finding him would undoubtedly be harder than any invention Matt had ever helped build, but for the moment, he was just trying to take in the serenity of his situation. Placing his hands behind his head, he gazed out at the stars, now a lot more clearer than he had seen them before.

“I guess it isn’t too bad here…”


Abbot, meanwhile, lay face down in between two of the massive Treecko’s toes, and exhaled blissfully to himself. He lay several thousand miles away from Matt’s position, but his priorities lay elsewhere for the time being.

With another sigh and a tailwag, Abbot hugged his new home.

“Tooooooooooees…”

End

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A direct sequel to Trayk’s Massive Slumber, a story in which a normally three hundred foot Treecko gets a biiiit bigger than normal.

Trayk attempts to get himself smaller with the use of a prototype size ray developed by two engineers in this part.

This story contains mega macro, giga macro, tera macro, growth, destruction, and an easily irritated Grass-type.

Originally I didn’t plan on making this as a direct sequel, but I decided to see what I could do with the original story and work with it. Slumber ended on a note that could be ended on its own merits, or worked up for continuity. So if this particular story isn’t your cup of tea, that’s fine. You could always assume the story ended in the first part.

I don’t normally post my stories in the description, but given the recent trouble this has been giving people, I’ve decided to crack so everyone can read it.

Hope you all enjoy, regardless.

Special guest appearances are  HawkeyedElite and  GollyGosh

The thumbnail was done by  Quinn.

The first part to this story can be found here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/27003314/