Nudge

The idea for this image came from my fantasies. In them, I shrink someone who must then, on a daily basis, face my panties. He contends with other garments, but my undergarments are de rigueur a challenge in his life. What does this brave little guy do? Does he rise to the occasion? It's not... Continue Reading →

Perform

I'm not sure what in the world I'll write here. Thoughts, a short story, a poem, or maybe nothing. I don't know. I won't think about it, I'll just do it. But later. All I know is that it won't be safe for anything done publicly. Unless that public activity is extremely lewd. Then it's... Continue Reading →

Lipstick

I've wanted to write something on the topic of lipstick for a very long time. A few days ago I decided it was time to do so, and it was time to draw something about it. Combine that with my love for handheld, kissing, gentle but inexorable advances, and this is the result. Lipstick

The Real Toy

This has been an idea I've had for a long time, and it's not a new concept. It's mutated slightly throughout the years, but the fundamentals stay the same. Woman wants a relationship, woman wants a toy. But which one is which? And what if one knows about the other, but not the way around?... Continue Reading →

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

This is the first time in many years I've written an entry to celebrate this day... except I'm not writing this today. I wrote it tomorrow, and I'm posting it yesterday, but who will know? No one cared. I'm also not entirely happy with my drawing: the proportions are not what I wanted... who knows... Continue Reading →

Dancing Shoes

Oh and the shit, shock, horror You've seen your future bride Yeah, but it's oh so absurd For you to say the first word so you're waiting and waiting and — Arctic Monkeys I'm writing this right now. Right now, as you look at the screen. I don't know how long it's going to be,... Continue Reading →

Test of Loyalty

I have a very poor record when it comes to collaborations. A terrible record. It takes me forever to complete my end of the deal, and more often than not, I become stuck. I'm excellent at coming up with excuses for my failure to deliver work as agreed. I even believe those reasons. I'm endeavoring... Continue Reading →

Nap

I stare at my ink-stained hands, contemplating certain thoughts, and I know I only make sense to myself. What I think seems perfect, normal, desirable, even as I know that there are probably very few people in the world that want to spend any amount of time under someone's ass, and that number is reduced... Continue Reading →

Solution

I've always wanted to draw robots, but didn't know how. The above is the logical progression to my thoughts about tiny robots built to improve the lives of the people (or taller robots) that purchase them. Sometimes the tiny robots aren't robots at all, but small people hiding under metal to escape genocide. Sometimes they... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

Fitbitty I'd been thinking about getting a Fitbit for a while, and yesterday I finally got one. It's uncomfortable. I never liked wearing a wristwatch because no matter the material, I always ended up tugging at it, taking it off and placing it in my pocket. Now I have to keep this on at all... Continue Reading →

Aftercare

The floor is warm. My foot is warmer, not only from the heat I create, but from what you've given me. Your body was made of two hundred and six bones, strong, shapely, framing your beautiful form; it was made of organs, of blood, of constant activity, of life. I pressed my foot down on... Continue Reading →

Rule No. 877 – Party Rules

You've been shrinking for a while now, Toy. I'm proud of you for having gone through the process without much resistance. You're a brave little trooper. The same can't be said about the rest of the people that shrank, but I don't care about them. I only care about you, and what happens to you.... Continue Reading →

Smirk

  I was born smirking, likely I was thinking about the day I'd shrink someone, or find a tiny man in a gutter or a ditch somewhere. When my giantess senses tingle, the first (well, maybe) muscle that moves is my smirk. I can feel it in my right cheek as the corner of my... Continue Reading →

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