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 →

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Design my next Converse shoes!

A few months ago some of you helped me choose my next pair of Chucks (the Tweeter poll is only visible to those that follow me). I've been their happy owner for a while now, but not unlike a wandering giantess, I'm ready for a new pair... though this time I want Chucks that have the... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

Even though it's no longer Tuesday. Do you care? Nor do I. As it's always with these things, I saw something on Twitter last night that made my editing bone super itchy. It was posted by our friendly neighborhood Taedis, who does that a lot. He often tweets size content so terribly misguided I can't help... Continue Reading →

Wriggle Room

I’m having a bad day I’m having a bad week The entire month is bad This is why I shrank you And bound you to my panties I’ve kept you there for months Stitched thread around your ankles and wrists Tight loops that kept you firmly in place Today I’ll allow you more freedom Wriggle... 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 →

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 →

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 →

Tuesday Night News…

I'm third listening to "Bones" as I write, and I can see why I stopped watching the show. The fifth season's first episode was a complete waste of a perfectly good Cindy Lauper, and it makes me fume it's so dumb. I don't have cable TV so I have no idea what's happened in the show... 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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 7

Alright, it's time for the next pile, and the photo contributor only provided four words as the story prompt. That is quite a dangerous provocation. Who knows what I'll write! What terrible things might happen to the owner of those clothes, simply because I was given carte blanche. You've been warned. The story will be... 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 →

Happy Anniversary, Undersquid!

It's that time again... I’ve now been blogging my size thoughts for ten years on WordPress (minus that time I was away). I've been blogging for longer than that, and I've been writing since I was a wee lass (I can say that because I'm two-percent Irish!), yet I feel last year I should have written... Continue Reading →

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