Empty Pile of Clothes – 1

I've received the first photograph of a pile of clothes, its owner mysteriously gone. Stay tuned for more details about this important event! (And by "more details" I mean my posting the accompanying story - a link to a Google doc.) The prompt (which I will not publish) is definitely outside of my writing comfort... Continue Reading →

Chalk Line

You, down there, sprawled on the floor, probably know that clearly delineated line that separates pain from pleasure, as advertised by that Friday night feeling of Now You Get To Drink, and you know exactly how much you can drink before you get sick. Is it eight shots? Nine? Fourteen? Once I did four shots... 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 →

Bitter

And so you shrank me And left me here Alone with you Who gets to sleep So I get up from between your sheets or panties or feet And I climb down the side of that mountain you insist on calling bed And I spit in your food Just a drop or two And so... Continue Reading →

Balance

“Honey, you’re going to fall.” “I’m not.” “You are. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” “If I fall, will you catch me?” “You have to stop testing me. You know how I feel about you, no matter how small you are.” “And what if I get smaller?” “You won’t.” “But how do you know?” She... Continue Reading →

Soft as Petals

It seems for the last few days I've been on a black-and-white, medium-to-small collage streak. It's partly a coincidence, but collages with few colors are easier to work with, since there are no colors to match, and textures, if needed, are a few cheap Photoshop tricks away. I have about forty completed collages I haven't... Continue Reading →

Piano Keys

Once upon a time I knew that collaging meant I would find a way to include my love of music in the images I'd create. From the moment I started having these fantasies, I've dreamed of a tiny man that loved music as much as I did, perhaps more, because he could play an instrument... Continue Reading →

Gcode and his Lie

"Lie" is Gcode's 34th collage. I like collaging and looking at collages, but every once in a while I see an image—mine or otherwise— that makes a scene explode into my mind, and in the best of scenarios, that scene becomes a story. I don't have a large collection of collages, but the ones I've... Continue Reading →

In Her Shoe

It’s Saturday, so that means… RANDOM COLLAGE TIME! I think I posted a similar image last Saturday, so maybe this one is not so random. Oh, well. I started working on this collage on Sunday, December 17th, 2006. No, it isn't that it has taken me a long time to finish it. The way I... Continue Reading →

Between Toes

I was looking at the draft for this entry, and I decided against it. At first I was going to post what I originally wrote for it, which now the editor in me calls cheesy. A few days ago I discarded the above, and wrote a strange rant for this entry about those people that... Continue Reading →

Closely Knit

It’s Saturday, so that means… RANDOM COLLAGE TIME! This collage was "almost done" for a long time, at least a year, and not because I don't love the subject matter. One of my favorite elements in collages is feet. Giantess feet because I can relate to them, picture mine in their place, especially when they... Continue Reading →

Curious

It's Saturday night, so that means... RANDOM COLLAGE TIME! Pixelated to hide a shameful, terrible, unreasonable male bottom! :shock: The inspiration for the collage above was playful interaction between a little guy and his comparatively gigantic companion. They are in bed, and she's reading or listening to music or working, and of course he's lazing... Continue Reading →

Spent

It is. It takes a lot out of a little guy, but you know as well as I do that relationships take a lot of work; strenuous, sweaty, dedicated attention to that one little/giant person that fills your pants skirts panties heart with joy. It has always been my understanding that a very small man is... Continue Reading →

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