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Stone Family Ranch, Caressee

March 5, 1987 RE

The wind was blowing pleasantly through my fur as I watched my little kits romping playfully through a field along with their uncle. It was amazing that those little kits were far larger than most people in the country. Most of the people in the country were also trying to understand why so many people had grown and why everyone in the same family had wound up in the same size range. My entire family had wound up being in the 600 to 630-foot tall size range. It was a little irritating for me. I did not want to be the tallest person by far in the family, but I had wanted to be a little taller than all of my siblings. Then I come home to see that my big lovable army grunt of a brother was ten feet taller than me.

I was happy that the entire family was able to get together today. It was rare in these days. The war with the Southern Alliance was still going on and Lockwood's attacks had not managed to help out any. He had managed to destroy our most economically prosperous city and a couple of our front line defenses as well. The damage had not been too bad for the military, but it had definitely slowed things down. Then again, the war probably would not be over now even if he had not attacked anything within Caressee. The humans within the Southern Alliance were truly frightened of anthros. It did not help that so many of us were giants now and that we were seemingly invulnerable. I knew nothing short of a nuke was capable of killing me of my kits. As a result, many of the people in the Southern Alliance were going into hiding and emerging every once and a while for guerilla style attacks. They did not do much to stop us macros, as people were starting to call us, but they did manage to hurt our normal troops often enough. It was going to take a while to root out all the hatred that had managed to seep into the culture of the Southern Alliance even after we conquered them.

The situation in Virania was a little unstable at the moment. Even though they had been left unscathed, their situation was not ideal. Firanel had some, I'll just call them huge, anthros on their side now that just might be able to take a hit from a nuke and survive. Caressee and Virania had them as well, but no one wanted macros of that size battling it out with each other in their own countries. Everyone barely had enough supplies for everyone as it was. Even though large portions of every nation's environment had grown along with its inhabitants we still needed to develop the ability to harvest all of those resources. Things were moving along quickly, but we still were not at the point where we had extra resources to throw away on battles where the victor would be unclear. The one good thing about Firanel was that they pretty much needed all of their macros to guard their own border while they rebuilt their military. It would probably be another two decades before they were ready to go on the offensive again. Galvanta was in a much different position. They tried to invade Firanel last year and the results had not been pretty for their military once they ran into the larger macros. The Galvantans had been humiliated, but they were not giving up yet if intelligence was correct. Supposedly, Lockwood had managed to transmit some data down to Galvanta before his death. Now the Galvantans were supposed to be working on a number of superweapons capable of killing even the largest of macros. Virania and Caressee were doing the same since we had returned with so much lost knowledge. I was privy to some of the things they were working on and even I was amazed. What Firanel was up to was a mystery. After we had returned home with our captive scientists we had only been permitted to hold them for a year before some politicians made us return them to Firanel. We technically were not at war with Firanel and we had not really charged them with anything except illegally crossing into Caressee. Hopefully they did not have too much information that they remembered that would be of use to their own government.

Wars and the possibility of wars were not the only things that people had to worry about. All of the macros and new technology had managed to destabilize the economy. Job losses were blamed on macros, but nobody could really do anything about it. Even though macros were a minority, they were not a minority that was easily pushed around. There were still a good number of dissatisfied people and you heard of a new strike just about every two or three months. It was just a good thing that the vast majority of those that were macros seemed to be good honest people. There was a pretty good reason for that, but I was one of very few privy to why that was. They said it would take the better part of a century for things to settle down and nobody really knew what would happen once the next generation of macros grew up. Everyone just hoped that they would be as well behaved as their parents were. I was not in that bad a situation at the moment. Those ships that had been made at the Boeing facility were still counted as mine and I was renting them to the governments of Virania and Caressee for a reasonable, but still fairly expensive price. My family was going to be taken care of for a long time.

And what a family they were. Larry had given me three precious little triplets. Like all children, they heavily resembled their mother in mixed species relationships. My kits were developing as fast as if Larry had been a tiger too. Even though they were less than three years old they were all about the equivalent of six year old humans. The father's side of the family did contribute a few things though. With tiger and human mixes the only real differences were whether the feet were digitigrade or plantigrade and whether or not they had a human head of hair. Well, there was a portion on males that tended to be affected too. My family already had a bit of human in it well before Larry came into the family and most of us were already digitigrade and plantigrade mixes. Larry did make the difference when it came to hair though. All three of our kits had hair. The two boys, John and Mike, had black hair and the girl, Caroline, was a red head. I thought it went especially nice with her fur.

After a while I gathered up the children and I soon heard the thudding paws of General Miller approaching. He was one of our especially large macros and even I was not ankle tall compared to him. It was nice that he had decided to come today, along with the other survivors of our expedition. Today was a special day and I wanted everyone to get back together. Most of them thought it was just me mourning Larry's death. It was today, three years ago, that we had first met. I was one of few that knew what was really happening. If my parents had been able to keep things a secret, then they were the only other ones that really knew what was going on. My kits were just happy to meet all of the new people. I did have to make sure that they did not play too roughly with the normal sized guests, but they were pretty gentle even without my instruction. They were just too sweet to harm anyone.

I eventually ushered everyone into a wide open field, one large enough that even Gen. Miller could lie down in it and not come close to taking up all of the space. There was a bit of conversation as they all wondered just how I planned to mourn Larry's death. I had to suppress a smile and I checked the time. It started to happen just in time. I had to direct everyone's attention to the ground in front of me. One small human started to materialize out of nowhere and even Gen. Miller smiled as Larry's familiar form became recognizable.

"It's nice to see you again," said Gen. Miller. I still did not know how something as large as he was could make out individuals as small as Larry, but he said he could do it just as easily as if he were his original size.

"It's nice to see you too Co, I mean Gen. Miller. It's nice to see all of you," said my long thought dead husband. He had managed to contact me a while ago and said that he could talk to me and only me via holoimages from the station, but we could only talk briefly due to energy constraints.

"You could have made yourself a bit taller. I know it was you that changed everyone's size like this," I said.

"I'm afraid not honey. It takes a lot of energy to teleport something one way with only one tele pad. The larger something is the more energy it takes and the AIs were already hesitant to let me teleport down at this size. Then they would not let me change anything's size once I was down here and they would not let me give them any instructions to change my size on their own once I was gone. They don't want to do anything that might disrupt things without it being absolutely necessary and there were some security protocols that I just couldn't get around. Besides, you said you like them small."

The kits had been edging closer to the little man that was acting so familiar with me. It was Caroline that worked up the courage to grab him first and bring him closer to her face for a good inspection. I was going to have to get her to remember not to pick up people without their permission. It did not help that the object of her interest was smiling at her and gently stroking the tip of her nose as she sniffed him. Caroline then turned to me and asked, "Mommy, who is this?"

"Caroline, John, Mike, be very careful with this man and treat him with the same respect that you would me or your grandparents. Now, let me introduce you to your father, Dr. Larry Sanders," I said. Despite my warning, they were overjoyed to meet their father for the first time and I had to try and keep them from smothering my little man to death with their love.