Micromanagement

POV looking over the shoulder of someone seated at a desk reaching down and opening a file drawer. The file drawer contains eight minature cubicl workstations and two three-inch-tall people are looking up at the person who just opened the drawer. Four of the minature workstations are appointed with miniature computers and office supplies, whil the other four minature workstation are occupied by full-size office supplies.
Lower Office by The Tibt

There’s no mystery why I love workplace settings for Size Fantasy. It’s where I spend most of my idle hours, daydreaming about Sizey scenarios. So many invidious hierarchies to be inverted. There’s no end to corporate shenanigans with the potential to inflict Size change on anyone. Corporate-speak was invented to conceal venal motives and unethical practices. Offices feature a constant flow of new faces and personalities; who deserves to be shrunk, who’s enough of a shit to shrink someone else? Why doesn’t someone just grow out of their cubicle, break through the ceiling, and put an end to all this bullshit?

The workplace is also extremely familiar to most of my readers. I don’t have to describe most environments or their contents, and some readers might recognize the buzzwords I use and anticipate how I will apply them to Size Fantasy. I’m comfortable enough with workplace characterization and plot that I used it for my longest story to date as well as my first story with a female protagonist. It’s a versatile setting, useful for horror or revenge plots. I’ve used it to process my own professional misadventures. and when inspiration unexpectedly strikes, the office is there.

How’s that project coming along?

What Do We Have Here?

Auburn-haired woman dangling a two-inch-tall naked man in front of her face. She is smiling in wonder.
What Do We Have Here? by Galiagan

Melissa blinked, her eyes weary from summarizing too many reports for her boss, Jerry.  She twisted to the left in her office chair, then to her right, noting the unsatisfactorily faint cracking from her spine.  She focused on the clock in the corner of her screen:  2:50pm.  Not quite time for her afternoon snack.  Fuck it, she thought, reaching down to open the bottom drawer of her desk.

Surveying the half-dozen partially consumed bags of drug store snacks, she wished for something to snag her appetite, but despite the high sodium and fructose content in each bag, nothing inspired her.  She was about to reach for the red licorice when another bag rustled by itself.  Mice?

She paused a few more seconds to identify which bag was occupied, then plucked the package of pretzel sticks from the back corner.  Peering inside, Melissa was astonished to see a tiny nude man, about one and half inches tall, covered in pretzel dust and staring up at her helplessly.

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In Praise of the Blowjob-Shrink

Three smiling women seated behind a table, each with a cocktail in front of them.

Steve spotted them as soon as they came into the bar. They looked young, but they weren’t squirrelly enough to be high schoolers with fake IDs. Sorority girls slumming? No, their clothing styles diverged too much from each other. Didn’t matter; they were new and they were hot and Steve saw them first.

There were four—no, five of them and they took a corner table. Steve kept his seat until the waitress had taken their orders so as to give them a reason not to just get up and leave. He stood up and approached the jocular group, picking out his primary and secondary targets. The blonde in the maroon sweater and yoga pants had been the first to snag his eye, but by the time he had reached the table he found himself drawn to the short redhead filling out her overalls so tantalizingly.

He kept his eyes on her until the table conversation tailed off and he looked up and smiled at the group as a whole.

“I hate to interrupt,” he said disarmingly, then turned to the redhead, “but ever since you came in here I can’t remember my name. Could you let me borrow yours?”

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Rain on the Windowsill

Young man in living room firing a shrink ray at a fleeing young woman who has already shrunk to a height of three feet.
Prayers for Rain by for3v3rlurk

If you’re in the mood for some angsty and smutty M/f non-con shrinking, you could hardly do better than Rain on the Windowsill by Littlest-Lily. Almost all of the saga is told from the viewpoint of our protagonist Lily as she becomes the target of Leo, who has long dreamed of keeping a shrunken woman and is convinced that Lily will come to share his dream. Both Lily and Leo wrestle with their own desires and consciences as Leo pushes Lily into shrunken Stockholm syndrome and beyond.

While there is exquisite detail to the juicy logistics of multiple size changes, we never lose sight of Lily’s emotional tempest as she wonders where either she or Leo should be taking this. Lily spends most of her time at three-inches-high, but Leo is very fond of expeditions into the microverse, and Lily is an excellent reporter of her sensory shifts. Leo is possibly the most complex predator I’ve encountered in Size Fantasy, and his instincts about Lily aren’t altogether off-target.

Cautionary tales are rarely so rewarding both smuttily and spiritually.

zHEIGHTgeist

Logo for zHEIGHTgeist podcast

My friend Aborigen has bestirred himself to start a Size podcast, zHEIGHTgeist. Dissatisfied with narrow and sensationalist depictions of Size Fantasy, Aborigen has talked with a wide variety of Size people to present a more fulsome appreciation of all the many ways Size Fantasy can be expressed. zHEIGTgeist is intended to be interesting and entertaining for normies and Size fans alike. The first two episodes dropped earlier today, and my contribution will appear in the future.

Go give it a listen!