Buried Alive

One of the best stories I ever read when I was a child was Edgar Allan Poe's "The Premature Burial." I can't imagine a more horrifying death than the process of finding oneself entombed without recourse, only to run out of air while uncomfortably restricted of movement. So why should it be that I desire... Continue Reading →

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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 →

The ABCs Game – J is for Jeans

I've been playing this ABCs Game for approximately a decade, and it's time to wrap it up. It's time to wrap up all my blog series so I can move on to other things I need to finish and start. I'm halfway done with the letters, some of which have been accidental repeats. Who cares? No... 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... here I go again on my own, pounding down the only road I've ever known, like a twister I was born to post alone. But I've made up my—Enough... 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 →

Wriggle Room

I’m having a bad day I’m having a bad week The entire month is bad This is why I shrank you And bound you to my panties I’ve kept you there for months Stitched thread around your ankles and wrists Tight loops that kept you firmly in place Today I’ll allow you more freedom Wriggle... Continue Reading →

My ButtyJuly17 Story: Assed

Do you remember back when life was wonderful, and I entered that Size Riot contest that was centered around butt stories? Writers turned in fifteen stories for ButtyJuly17, and that was the best July there ever was. I wrote two stories I never posted anywhere, and after more than a year later, I suppose 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 →

Disgusting

I love my best friend Patty. We see eye to eye on most any subject, but when it comes to tiny men, I can't understand her. When we were both eleven years old and liked to pretend we were witches, we made a pact to never let boys get in the way of our friendship.... 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 →

Fortune 50 – 2

Tula wished more light would filter through the canopy, a tight weave of leaves that made her path nearly dark. She'd parked her car a couple of miles away at least, and there was no turning back. She looked in every direction with every step she took until she saw light ahead, and then a... 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 →

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