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 →

Solution

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 →

Tuesday Night News…

Fitbitty I'd been thinking about getting a Fitbit for a while, and yesterday I finally got one. It's uncomfortable. I never liked wearing a wristwatch because no matter the material, I always ended up tugging at it, taking it off and placing it in my pocket. Now I have to keep this on at all... Continue Reading →

Aftercare

The floor is warm. My foot is warmer, not only from the heat I create, but from what you've given me. Your body was made of two hundred and six bones, strong, shapely, framing your beautiful form; it was made of organs, of blood, of constant activity, of life. I pressed my foot down on... Continue Reading →

Rule No. 877 – Party Rules

You've been shrinking for a while now, Toy. I'm proud of you for having gone through the process without much resistance. You're a brave little trooper. The same can't be said about the rest of the people that shrank, but I don't care about them. I only care about you, and what happens to you.... Continue Reading →

Smirk

  I was born smirking, likely I was thinking about the day I'd shrink someone, or find a tiny man in a gutter or a ditch somewhere. When my giantess senses tingle, the first (well, maybe) muscle that moves is my smirk. I can feel it in my right cheek as the corner of my... Continue Reading →

In My Pocket

Did you ever have the feeling there's a TINY in your HEINIE? ...or a FELLOW tucked in your ELBOW? ...or a GUY asleep on your THIGH? Sometimes I feel quite certain there's a SQUIRT up my SKIRT. Sometimes I have the feeling there's a DUDE hiding in my FOOD. [This is not as easy as... Continue Reading →

Bus Stop

"Do we have to take the bus?" "Yes, we do." "Why don't we just text for a car?" "We talked about this, Jebediah. I only have a couple of contracts left for the entire year, and we have to pinch pennies until your shrinking treatment is over." "I'm afraid." "I'll keep you safe." "But what... Continue Reading →

A Meaningful Life

Here comes that giant hand!Mina had saved money for a long time, and done without things her friends took for granted. She stopped eating out, styled her hair herself, and finally started buying her clothes at the local Goodwill. When she finally had enough money to order her own tiny man, the very moment the... Continue Reading →

Friday He’s My Toy

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 →

Inktober – 5

Well, the year is almost over, so no time like the present to wrap up the last of my Inktober-prompt drawings. "Drain" is based on one of my favorite books, and I bet no one can guess what the title is. 🙂 In my version, a tiny man is steering the paper boat (which is... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Night News…

Hello there. Just a rambling update from up here. During Freaky Monday (or whatever it was—I don't observe Black Friday anymore), I purchased Clip Studio Paint, and I'm dealing with that learning curve. My pen is not acting like I can apply pressure on it, and it pisses me off because I want that Manga-style tool,... Continue Reading →

Buried Alive

One of the best stories I ever read when I was a child was Edgar Allan Poe's "The Premature Burial." I can't imagine a more horrifying death than the process of finding oneself entombed without recourse, only to run out of air while uncomfortably restricted of movement. So why should it be that I desire... Continue Reading →

Giant Thoughts

I had a dream a few nights... no, one night ago, about a meteorite falling to Earth, and striking the precise location of an active volcano. I was staying at a ski lodge with some rich friends and watching this take place. If you know anything, you understand that a large enough rock hitting the... Continue Reading →

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