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 →

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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... here I go again on my own, pounding down the only road I've ever known, like a twister I was born to post alone. But I've made up my—Enough... 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 →

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 →

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 →

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 – 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 →

When Toys Cry

Dig if you will the picture Of you and I engaged in a kiss Your lips and your body cover me Can you, my darling Can you picture this? Dream, in your hand, a glass jar In it, my body bruised blue I see your face, curious, closest I feel the heat The heat between... Continue Reading →

Selfie

Once, somewhere not here But a real place There was a tiny man, as small as a toy He was good​ and smart He lived in a house that looks like mine But it's not mine But it's a real place A good place And in that house lived a woman She's not me But... Continue Reading →

Syzygy

The idea for this story came to mind because of the image above. I don't particularly like it, as three people in an image are not my cup of tea at the moment; but when I saw it, a scenario rushed to my thoughts and it's very much something I want to tell. Also, beach... Continue Reading →

Empty Pile of Clothes – 2

What puzzling event took place here? Do you know? No, you don't. Only I do. I've received the accompanying story prompt, and later today I will post the link to that story. In the meantime, there's no telling what's happened to the owners of those abandoned clothes. Be careful out there. Don't look at me!... Continue Reading →

Hug a Giant Day

"In my dreams she's the king I wanna be the queen She's got cookie brown eyes" -The Presets Today you spread your arms As wide as they will go Nurse your courage any way you can Walk up to the giantess and say "May I have a hug?" Say it in your softest voice Because... Continue Reading →

Thinking

“The sweetest perfection To call my own The slightest correction Couldn't finely hone The sweetest infection Of body and mind Sweetest injection Of any kind” -Depeche Mode When I found the epigraph for this blog entry I was positive I knew what it was about, but then I got lost listening to Depeche Mode and... Continue Reading →

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