The ABCs game – W is for What Happened

I published this post a few hours ago without realizing I'd already done so last year. I was too exhausted to realize that last night as I've had very little sleep lately. I have no idea why I saved a copy as a draft if I had published it, but now I've fixed this post... Continue Reading →

End Day

Should I warn you about this story's content? Should I tell you to prepare yourself for... Nah. You're on your own. : D I should really update my categories, so that at least there's some kind of notion as to what the reader should expect. Until then, you're on your own. BIG TOOTHY SMILE FAR... Continue Reading →

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 →

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

Fortune 50 – 3

Here's my third of ten fortune-cookie vignette installments, because I imagine I'll be able to accumulate fifty different fortunes, and I figure I'll want Chinese takeout again, at some point... though not in the foreseeable future. I'm doing a little better keeping each entry down to a minimum word count, or at least one to my liking;... 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 →

The ABCs Game – K is for Kisses

Good heavens (or bad ones in this case), I didn’t realize I wrote a blog entry with the same title about a decade ago. Oh, well… K is for Kisses. Again. At present I find myself only wanting to kiss someone tiny. That doesn’t mean I’d refuse to kiss a normal-sized man, but having only... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

It's time for my Tuesday various and sundry update on what I deem pertinent information. I'm participating in the latest writing contest, hosted by Size Riot, and despite the problematic theme voted into existence by some of you. That topic is Big Couples, giant people with a normal-sized person, or a normal couple with a... Continue Reading →

Mouth Kiss

I have to be very specific with you because of your incredibly tiny brain. There are all kinds of kisses. Some are desirable, and others are the breakdown of your life. Yes, I see you in forensic terms sometimes, because you used to be a man, and now you are a stick of flesh I... Continue Reading →

What’s In Your Wallet?

I've long had this idea of pilfering through the possessions of a recently shrunken person​ and taking whatever I want from their home as they watch helplessly. I don't take much, and it's not about stealing valuables. It's about showing them what I've done to them, and taking reminders of what they used to be,... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

I'm third listening to "Bones" as I write, and I can see why I stopped watching the show. The fifth season's first episode was a complete waste of a perfectly good Cindy Lauper, and it makes me fume it's so dumb. I don't have cable TV so I have no idea what's happened in the show... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 6

Here's my latest effort for this ongoing series. I have an indefinite amount of these I can pour out, but I'm beginning to think about stopping after I write twenty. There is over half a dozen of these in the pipeline, so people would have to stop sending me these. That's another way to put... Continue Reading →

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