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 →

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 →

In My Pocket

Did you ever have the feeling there's a TINY in your HEINIE? ...or a FELLOW tucked in your ELBOW? ...or a GUY asleep on your THIGH? Sometimes I feel quite certain there's a SQUIRT up my SKIRT. Sometimes I have the feeling there's a DUDE hiding in my FOOD. [This is not as easy as... Continue Reading →

Bus Stop

"Do we have to take the bus?" "Yes, we do." "Why don't we just text for a car?" "We talked about this, Jebediah. I only have a couple of contracts left for the entire year, and we have to pinch pennies until your shrinking treatment is over." "I'm afraid." "I'll keep you safe." "But what... Continue Reading →

A Meaningful Life

Here comes that giant hand!Mina had saved money for a long time, and done without things her friends took for granted. She stopped eating out, styled her hair herself, and finally started buying her clothes at the local Goodwill. When she finally had enough money to order her own tiny man, the very moment the... Continue Reading →

Inktober – 5

Well, the year is almost over, so no time like the present to wrap up the last of my Inktober-prompt drawings. "Drain" is based on one of my favorite books, and I bet no one can guess what the title is. 🙂 In my version, a tiny man is steering the paper boat (which is... Continue Reading →

Inktober – 4

So, the sixteenth Inktober prompt is "angular", and I wanted to create something that might look like a different sort of artistic style, like a Dalí or a Picasso. I didn't have time to paint something from scratch (and I have idea if I could have come up with something meritable) so I fudged it... Continue Reading →

Nature Knows

She held him firmly in the grip of her soft hand and made her case. "Take the dung beetle, for example." "Are you sure you want to make your point by using an insect that eats shit as an example?" "It's not what it eats, silly. It's how it fucks." "Go on." "Some male dung... Continue Reading →

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