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 →

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 →

The Right Gift

I was having some ice cream earlier, and thinking how astoundingly lovely it would be to share it with someone that doesn't exist. I'd fish out some of the crunchy bits and give him something small enough for him to hold by himself, and I'd let him lick my fingertip after dipping it into the... Continue Reading →

For Sale

Alone, you stand in that glass cage a price on your head and on the rest of your body your gaze lost to the rest of the world turned inward to some safe place because outside you’re for sale clearance-priced flesh a segregate, a cast-off unsuccessful, returned for a refund, unwanted But here I stand... Continue Reading →

Belittled

I first thought of creating a series of full-sized images a few weeks ago, when at Pixton, while looking at some comic creations and thinking of what to do next. This is a work of love. These images come from visions of how life would be if I shared my life with a two-inch tall... Continue Reading →

Shrink

“I like going to that ramen place on Tate.” “We can go there tomorrow.” “I wanted to go to Comic con on Friday. It’s a two-hour drive, and I wanted to get there early.” “We’ll see what I have planned for the weekend. I’d like to go to the Air Show instead.” “I had already... Continue Reading →

Looking

I have looked for you forever I can prove it All my baby pictures show me looking down I was looking for you I have listened for you every day Waiting to hear your voice Rising from the ground, lighter than air I am standing on the line Between sanity and a dragnet of thoughts... Continue Reading →

Need

He sat on her chin, making a distinct effort not to laugh every time she tried to peer at him over the summit of her nose. Her eyes crossed before she closed one, then the other, trying to look around each of her nostrils to catch a blurry glimpse of his tiny shape. Why she... 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 →

No.

The small man sat in a kneaded eraser the shape of a bean chair, and watched his owner draw. The faint smell of turpentine lingered in the air, carrying on its back the scent of paper, pencils, and the rest of her art supplies that crowded surrounding shelves, and a large percentage of the table... Continue Reading →

Your Shrunken Life With Me

This comic strip idea started as a wish to see how many frames I could put together that followed the same idea. I could have kept going after the seventh one, but thought that was a good place to stop. There can always be future strips that depict various activities between a tiny man and... Continue Reading →

Ownership – Toy Tag

Anyone that truly knows me, knows I don't like half measures. Call it what you want to call it: a size fetish, a fantasy, a gift; it doesn't matter. It courses through me the same way my blood does. Every day I feel it in the way I see things, and perceive people. It permeates my... Continue Reading →

The Cookie Thief

There are a few movies I could watch over and over again, and never get tired of them. The Secret Garden is one of them, and it always makes me cry. I can't help it, and there's nothing I can do about it. When the end comes, my cheeks are always wet with tears. When... Continue Reading →

Distraction

Every once in a while I think that the alternate Undersquid that lives in a world of shrunken men and normal-sized women owns a strip club where tiny men dance on tabletops for the ladies in the audience. But the owner of the club likes to watch this one dancer alone, and not because he... Continue Reading →

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