Ownership – Punishment

If you are the same as many others that have these fantasies, then you probably don’t want your size-related thoughts to come true. Maybe you think they are too terrible, never mind embarrassing. As you age, you continue to keep your hard drive contents hidden from everyone but those closest to you, and sometimes those... Continue Reading →

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The Spider Whisperer

A long time ago, when I started writing stories about giantesses and tiny men, there were a few of them that stayed with me. There’s Sophie the invisible giantess, or Steve the sniper, for example.  A more recent one is my little spider whisperer, a natural-born small man that thinks he can talk to Arthropoda... Continue Reading →

When Toys Cry

Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss Your lips and your body cover me Can you, my darling Can you picture this? Dream, in your hand, a glass jar In it, my body bruised blue I see your face, curious, closest I feel the heat The heat between... Continue Reading →

Selfie

Once, somewhere not here But a real place There was a tiny man, as small as a toy He was good​ and smart He lived in a house that looks like mine But it's not mine But it's a real place A good place And in that house lived a woman She's not me But... Continue Reading →

Project… what was it? Clusterfluff.

This ain't no Project Myriad. Let's just get that off your chest. That work is one of my favorites, and I've often thought of writing my own set of quick scenes. I even picked out a name I stole for it, but heck if I remember what it was. As soon as I recall I'll... Continue Reading →

Seven Deadly Sins: Envy

Once again I start a series for my blog when I have several others I've yet to complete. I understand this is not a new idea. Size material based on the seven deadly sins is out there. This is my take on them. I'm not exactly sure when I first had the idea to do... Continue Reading →

The Plantar Hug – Alternate Ending

Because every time I read this I know that something must be done. The original blog entry was written and is owned entirely by my friend Aborigen, to whom I've asked no permission to do this, and who has been made no part of this travesty fan fic. Let the healing begin. The Plantar Hug... Continue Reading →

Language

Friday mornings were the worst. There should have been some forethought to easing into the weekend for government employees that had difficult jobs, but it didn't seem anyone had cared when legislation passed, and the Rehabilitation and Inclusion Policy was implemented. RIP, or Rest In Pieces as the opposition gleefully called it, was executed by various institutions... Continue Reading →

Enough

“Guess how many different kinds of handshakes Stephen Colbert has for his guests,” she asked him, her words only slightly slurred. These past weeks she’d been working diligently on drinking every bottle of alcohol she’d accumulated in the last decade and had never consumed. Years ago she’d claimed she was saving them for a nuclear... Continue Reading →

Perks

“I’d kill for you,” he said, his voice calm, as though he was talking about the weather, or where his parents took him for vacation every year. But tiny critters didn’t have vacations, did they? It wasn’t as though they could pack their cars and go to the beach. What might have been the equivalent... Continue Reading →

In My Grasp

How does it feel? I’ve wondered how it is to be so small. I don’t want to relate or understand your feelings. I only ask because I want to watch you gasp for air as you put words together in your tiny mind, your lungs straining to fill with enough air to make you able... Continue Reading →

I win

The house where you live The size of a die to me Snake eyes for windows My feet cracking the asphalt on your street I win Did you think I would not find you? That I would not cross the distance? I'll play the game I'll lift your house and I'll roll your house I'll... Continue Reading →

The ABCs Game – F is for Farts

I... don't know where I'm going with this. I'm thinking about it now, and you are just sitting there, so you might as well listen. * * * Gabriel Maurice Sanchez, experiment No. 132, walked into his psychiatrist's office and kept on walking. He only measured four inches in height, so it took him a... Continue Reading →

What is this?

https://youtu.be/bWWao1xDNgU I found this gif while looking for stuff on Tumblr, but as you know, large gifs no longer move when you click on them. The uploader did not bother to name the source for it, and my looking has not yielded any results. Does anyone know where I might find the working original? This... Continue Reading →

If you don’t love me now

"You will never love me." "I won't." "I am lovable." "You are, but that's not the way it works." "I'll make you love me." "You made me small, but you can't make me love you." "This is not turning out the way I thought it would." "What ever does?" "My cakes. My bread. My tomatoes.... Continue Reading →

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