I did this to you
I made you what you really are
And I love it
I told you I would
I warned you
“I will shrink you,” I said
And you laughed
“Prove it, show me.”
And I did
Now come out of there
Seek out the light from that pile of clothes
You do not need them anymore
From this day on
You will need nothing at all
I promise
I will keep you safe
I will keep you hidden
I will keep you warm
Do not worry
No one sees us
Come out now, and climb into my hand
I am waiting
And I am not patient
Look at me, do not be afraid
You are not?
You are not
You love it
I see that you do
Rush to my hand, and hide in its fold
Leave all else
I promise
No one will take you
No one will hurt you
No one will find you
And if they do
I will hunt them
Make them into nothing
Crush them, destroy them
For you
Because you are mine
You were mine the moment I saw you
The moment you smiled
The moment you spoke
The moment you touched me
You were lost to all else
And bound to me
Come to me, little man
Disappear into me
And be gone from this world
Hug the Undersquid 
Yeah, that’s what I’d want. It simplifies and focuses my life…. on you. All other distracting and annoying tasks are gone.
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I’m sorry to secretly reveal to you that once he’s settled into his new life, he’ll still have chores and obligations, maybe even annoying tasks… but they are all centered around her, so it will never get that bad.
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… which is EXACTLY the way it should be and he wants it…
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Every time I read your reply I draw comfort from it, as it shows me what I had begun to suspect a few weeks ago: that fans of gentle giantess aren’t as few, or as far between as I had imagined them to be. Thank you for that!
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Whoa… The poetry of possession. There’s an ancient flow to these words, their rhythm and insistence. The whole thing is hypnotic… I keep saying that. What other words are there? Mesmerizing, opiate. I can see a giantess chanting these words at me, and some mass like iron filings within me pulling me out from wherever I am, despite whatever I think I might do.
Of course, there’s the rest of me that wants to fling into you and block everything else out, know nothing but you, fully subscribe to this new context with a commitment right down to the cellular level.
This is beautiful work. The illustration is striking and appealing. It could be up for misinterpretation, or it could allude to another narrative. You do everything right, shadows in the right places, just like your prose. Wow.
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Thank you for the beautiful comment! Everything you say, I feel. There is a cadence, a charm spell in the words I imagine I say to him. In this particular case he’s not terrified, but loves what I’ve done to him. It’s as though he knew what I’d do, and knew that I could, and now I’m rewarded with his joy.
I still have to look into his little eyes, and tell him nothing will be the same. I have to make sure he gets it. Fully, truly gets it. It’s better that way.
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WOW. That is amazing. Talk about a siren’s song. But Giantesses are better than sirens.
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They are, aren’t they… although I think of some that can be both. I once wrote about one giantess that came from a body of water, and had an idea about another giantess and the ocean a few days ago.
Are you still collaging?
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