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Apparently so. The above is a sketch for my 2019 Vore Day drawing. I'm currently unaware of how I'll publish it (and the accompanying 2K-word, Bukowskiian poem), if at all. I'll figure that out as soon as I emerge from my current pondering state. A Mouthplay Skippy <--not yet a link. Happy Vore Day, or... Continue Reading →
No, not that stic… oh, brother. Get your mind out of the gutter! I don’t have time for this. What I mean by “daily sticky” is the idea of a tiny person leaving a sticky note for a normal-sized person to find somewhere in their home, when they have absolutely no idea a tiny person... Continue Reading →
When I signed up to participate in the latest Gentle April story contest, I had an idea for my entry but no clue how I'd illustrate it until a few days ago. I wanted to draw the giantess, but in the end I like drawing tiny men far more than I like drawing huge ladies.... Continue Reading →
Apparently, writing about shrunken men is some sort of drug I need or my brain melts. I'm not worried. I'm not at all worried. I am writing a longer story about a giantess, so Undersquid FTW. Don't read this at work. Memento
This is a new series. It consists of words to be read. Those words are SFW right now. For now. It won't stay that way. Right now it's safe and cozy. Touched
I always decide what we're going to watch. Fortunately for him, I always decide we're going to watch something fun. A few days ago I sat with my little guy as we had dinner, and I asked him if he'd seen the ads for that new series, Good Omens. "It looks okay," I said. He... Continue Reading →
I keep saying I'm going to write more about giant people, and I will... but this is a draft I created last year with a story in mind that I also started writing many months ago. So, you see, it's not my fault. They told me they fixed it! The inspiration for this is my... Continue Reading →
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 →
Five stories connected. Figure out the order, email it to me, and win valuable prizes. Ennumerate from 1 to 5 in the correct fortune sequence, can you? Or is your brain too small? Yes, it is, but try anyway. : D What are the valuable prizes? I don't know. Suggest them, and if I agree,... Continue Reading →
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 →
And don’t let go..I said something out loud, something dangerous Something she intentionally misconstrued The way she loves to do She said, "Okay, if that's what you want..." And then she drank, and made me drink And then she sat on me Suddenly Without warning Without a thought about my size She hid me from... Continue Reading →
Oh and the shit, shock, horror You've seen your future bride Yeah, but it's oh so absurd For you to say the first word so you're waiting and waiting and — Arctic Monkeys I'm writing this right now. Right now, as you look at the screen. I don't know how long it's going to be,... Continue Reading →
I stare at my ink-stained hands, contemplating certain thoughts, and I know I only make sense to myself. What I think seems perfect, normal, desirable, even as I know that there are probably very few people in the world that want to spend any amount of time under someone's ass, and that number is reduced... Continue Reading →
I've always wanted to draw robots, but didn't know how. The above is the logical progression to my thoughts about tiny robots built to improve the lives of the people (or taller robots) that purchase them. Sometimes the tiny robots aren't robots at all, but small people hiding under metal to escape genocide. Sometimes they... Continue Reading →
Yesterday I tweeted one of my #Inktober18 images, and a conversation about remaking a song by The Cure ensued... and here it is. It's just a fun change of lyrics. I don't care if he turns blueOr turns gray next to my shoeHe'd scream if he really knewIt's Friday he's my toy Made so small he’d... Continue Reading →
