Memento

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

Small Omen

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 →

The ABCs game – W is for What Happened

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 →

Nap

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 →

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… K is for Kisses. Again. At present I find myself only wanting to kiss someone tiny. That doesn’t mean I’d refuse to kiss a normal-sized man, but having only... 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 →

Enormously Curious

There are things in life you feel are a birthright. Privacy is one of those things. When you are a child you get none, and you learn that the moment you realize there's stock to fiddling with yourself, and that stock plummets the younger you are, and the fonder your parents are of storming into your room... 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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

Fortune 50

Years ago I had a fun idea: I wanted to make my own fortune cookies and slip homemade size fortunes into them. It might have been a gift idea at the time, though now I think I just wanted to have fun composing the fortunes. I’ve been collecting the ones I get from the cookies... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 5

Time for another pile, and this time it's not a single pile of one set of clothing, and as I mentioned in an earlier post, this one is different from the fiction I usually share here. These stories are a great workout for my brain as I push myself to do something I've seldom done... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 4

https://twitter.com/MrTaedis/status/1024045759199625216 The story is already written in my head. You'll read it as soon as I get a chance to sit down and shape it into a word doc. This pile-of-clothes project requires every ounce of writing focus I can muster, and I welcome the effort with open arms. It's a challenge I need. Check... Continue Reading →

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