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 →

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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 →

Syzygy

The idea for this story came to mind because of the image above. I don't particularly like it, as three people in an image are not my cup of tea at the moment; but when I saw it, a scenario rushed to my thoughts and it's very much something I want to tell. Also, beach... Continue Reading →

Therapy

July is going through an identity crisis. Temperatures aren’t record low, but they feel utterly unusual. Not as shocking as spotting a tiny man in my home, and certainly not as delightfully puzzling, that’s for sure. I’ve been trying to find little people since birth (there are pictures of me as a baby, being held... Continue Reading →

Pucker up and kiss my…

As you know, my friend Aborigen runs writing contests. It is now time to vote for the theme that will dominate the next contest. I want to write stories about giant asses... and I don't mean people of incredibly large sizes that behave unseemingly—I'm talking about that star-shaped enclosure surrounded by soft, embracing flesh, found... Continue Reading →

Gentle April 2018

Remember the best time of last year, when I ran Gentle April 17? During that period of time, there were zero deaths, a billion hugs took place, and no one cried except with joy at the wonderful stories that were produced. Now it's time to let love reign again. It's time for Gentle April 18.... 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 →

Cruel January 2018: the Stories

I'm no longer going to explain the history behind my friend Aborigen's contest because it's rather easy to learn if you poke around long enough. All tiny people need to know is that the contest series exists, and this is its second year running. Last year I entered the #CruelJan17 contest and had a very... 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 →

Cruel January 2018

Remember this thing? It's time to woman up again, whether or not I want to or feel ready. I don't want to and I don't feel ready, but I'm going to participate anyway. I don't read Cruel stories and I don't like to write them, but ideas are in my head, so I'll enter them...... Continue Reading →

Scheherazaded

I don't usually reuse collages for different posts, but I don't see the blog police anywhere around here. This came to me while I was thinking of something completely different, and is soon to become a major motion story. As in, my fingers will be moving in a major way. During NaNoWriMo. * * *... Continue Reading →

Calm

“Why am I stretching?” “Shh...” “It’s not as though I’m going to get any taller.” “Please, be quiet.” “I don’t like yoga.” “That’s not yoga. We’re not doing yoga.” “Then what are we doing?” “We’re relaxing.” “Can’t we relax indoors?” “Do you know why I brought you to the beach in the middle of October?”... Continue Reading →

Tentacles

She drove quietly for a while. She wasn't a big talker unless they were in the bedroom. There she could talk forever, and he loved it. He was grateful for every dirty word that came out of her mouth, for every time she tied him down and sat on his face, and what she screamed... Continue Reading →

Undertoy – 3

This is the final image of this series. It's only a slight change in perspective from the earlier couple of images in the set. I'm having a hard time deciding whether it's my favorite of the three. Whichever one I'm looking at the moment is my preferred one. I've had a couple of ideas for... Continue Reading →

Gone Shopping – Part 2

The story continues... The complete strip exists here, and at Pixton.com. * * *  My cheeks were still on fire when I reached over and grabbed his little body. All I wanted was to comfort him, when his reaction, again, shocked me. He started punching at the webbing between my thumb and index finger, slamming... Continue Reading →

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