Hang on. You don’t trust this ‘magic’ stuff

You stand up and look around at Mina’s lovely, giant body - from her monstrous head to her titanic breasts to her voluminous belly and down to her tree trunk-sized legs. It’s all so inviting and yet so completely terrifying.

As much as the horny part of you wants to just have fun with this adolescent fantasy and go play around in Mina’s gorgeous mouth, the skeptical part of you can’t let go of the fact that none of this makes sense - physically, biologically, and whatever.

Despite the overwhelming evidence all around you, you can’t bring yourself to believe that magic is real. You don’t know how it works. And if you can’t understand how it works, you certainly can’t rely on it enough to go stuffing your magically-resized body down someone’s throat. No matter how attractive that throat may be.

“Hey, what’s the hold-up?” Mina laughs, pointing to her mouth. “Come on - get in here.”

You let out a deep sigh as you sink to your knees. “I’m sorry,” you say. “I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Aww, but I’m so hungry for you,” she pouts.

“I know,” you say. “And I want to, but — I just can’t.”

“My breath isn’t that bad, is it?” Mina says, subtly blowing into her hand and giving it a sniff.

“No, it’s not you,” you say, starting to hyperventilate a bit. “It’s just this whole magic thing. The witching arts or whatever. I need to understand it. Cause it’s kinda freaking me out right now, and-“

“Alright, okay,” Mina says, her hand sliding up behind you and gently pressing your body to her chest. “I understand, Jack. It’s okay.”

“Sorry to spoil the mood,” you say as she strokes your back with her giant thumb.

“Oh, pff,” she says dismissively. “Honestly, there’s nothing sexier than explaining quantum metaphysics to some guy I brought home from the club.”

“Really?” You ask, not quite in a mental state to handle sarcasm at the moment.

“No, not really,” Mina groans, then sighs. “But I get it. I do. You’re the sort of person who wants to know exactly how the airship works before you go flying in it, right?”

“Oh yes,” you say. It’s true. There’s no way in heck you’re getting up in one of those things.

“Well, so am I. That’s why I started studying the witching arts in the first place.”

“So how do they work?” You ask, starting to rather enjoy this nice conversation while listening to the thumps of Mina’s heart.

Mina takes a deep breath, pausing to think for a moment. “You’re a tech guy- you’re familiar with multitier architecture, right?”

“Oh, sure,” you say. “We keep the data and the applications and the user interface on separate systems so that-”

“Exactly.” she interrupts. “Well, reality works kinda the same way. It has layers. Your mind is on the data layer, your body and everything you perceive in the world is on the presentation layer.”

“Ok, I’m following you so far,” you say, not following her one bit.

“Then there’s an application layer in between that establishes the rules for how data and presentation interact. The laws of physics and chemistry and whatnot.”

“That sorta makes sense,” you say, getting a tentative grasp on the concept.

“So when we witches cast a spell,” Mina says, “we’re essentially hacking into the application layer and rewriting the code.”

“Ah,” you say, starting to get it now. You get up from Mina’s sternum and look her in the eyes. “So you’re hacking reality.”

“Exactly.” She smiles, continuing to stroke your back with her fingers. “I haven’t changed your height. You’re still your adorable five-foot six-inch self. I’ve just zoomed you out and displaced some of your mass.”

“That- that actually makes sense. Sorta,” you say.

“Good,” she says, wrapping her fingers around you and lifting you off her chest. “So can I eat you now?”