SizeCon 2026 – Fortified

A large d20 flanked by three smaller d20s. Atop the large d20 is a transparent plastic cylinder with a screw-off cap containing a 1" tall model railroad figurine of a woman.
Tiny and the Dice

It was better than last year, and that’s saying something.

In some ways that was to be expected. I no longer had the first-time jitters, and I had a good idea of how the events were paced. SizeCon 2026 was in the same venue as it was in 2025, and I knew I would see some familiar faces. I was so carefree I didn’t even look at the schedule until I was already aboard the train to Portland.

I also hadn’t looked at the tickets I had downloaded five months previously. If I had, I might have noticed that the PDF included pages for the meal plan for all three days, but nothing about convention admission. It turned out that the ticketing site had a glitch that allowed a user to purchase the meal plan without purchasing admission, and I was one of a few attendees who had accomplished precisely that. Fortunately, TinySuperVicki came to my rescue and put me in touch with Astra Ebonwing, who assured me I was fully registered and could pay for my admission when the con opened Friday morning.

In 2025, I knew a couple of people who were expected to attend and whose photos I had seen online, but otherwise I was essentially attending alone. This time I was part of a crew from Discord who had been anticipating the con for months. It was via the group chat that Vicki learned of my ticketing plight, and as the first day approached everyone’s travel travails were duly documented. I’ve known Vicki since the Tumblr days and I met Kindii, TheTallestMouse, and Eddie at SizeCon 2025, but while the others were for the moment just virtual entities, I knew I would have folks to hang with.

On Friday I ran into Taedis, who I’ve known for years and got to meet last year in person. They introduced me to giantess artist/legend Capp, who was drawing giant women when the Size community was still finding itself in the 80s and 90s. His work has appeared in print media by E.L. Publications and it was waiting for me online where I first discovered I wasn’t the only Size perv on the planet. Capp has recently used GenAI to augment some of his illustrations, and I greedily grabbed the prints available at Taedis’s table and had him sign them.

“Picked Up” by Capp, updated with GenAI for Size Con 2026

After last year I resolved to go to more socials and the most rewarding of these were the GIANT/tiny Icebreakers, moderated by Kindii. Participants were divided into up to four small groups and handed a list of twenty Size-related questions. Which question to answer was determined by rolling a giant inflatable d20. The smaller groups allowed for more in-depth discussion of everyone’s answers and thus getting to know each other better. I did the icebreaker each of the three days, so I have three souvenir d20s.

I got to meet another Size celebrity in the person of Codi Vore, who took her performance name from her own fetish. Codi was on three panels: Vore, Model Q&A, and Darkside, and her intelligent and heartfelt contributions improved them all. She also agreed to pose for a couple of giantess vore photos, and now I have to work on my Photoshop skills so I can do them justice when I edit doomed tinies into them.

The talent and passion that Size folk bring to this convention never fails to impress me. From the SizeCon Radio Play (written by Praedatorius, performed by an inspired cast) to the Talent Show to Abigail‘s presentation, I was constantly either grinning or mouth agape as the performers put themselves forth to show everyone what Size meant to them. They obviously loved this community, and the feeling was mutual.

I was delighted to see that RobClassact had made it this year. The convention director last year, Rob fell victim to what is becoming an unwelcome tradition for SizeCon directors and contracted COVID just before convention weekend, so he had to administer from quarantine on the other side of the Columbia River. I have been reading Rob’s stuff for years, including the writing contest Size Riot, and it was a treat to talk with him about the craft. I also got to hear him read his contest-winning story “Common Ground,” and his presentation on how to organize your time and motivate yourself to write was sorely needed.

Reverse side of convention badge for SizeCon 2020 showing the punch card for the convention meal plan behind a sticker given to me by RobClassact. The sticker depicts a tentacle gripping a pen and encircling a notebook, in which is inscribed in cursive: "I wrote some weird shit today"
Sticker given to me by RobClassact, displayed on the rear side of my convention badge

One concern I had about attending SizeCon a second time was that it might not be as invigorating as it was when I was a first-timer, before I knew the relief of letting my guard down in public. That concern was quickly dispelled by, not only the joy of being reunited with people I met last time, but also the contagious excitement of this year’s first-timers, who in my immediate case were B3ll3 and Bri. Everything they said or did went straight to my heart.

Another first-timer and Size celebrity was Cirilla, who produces a daunting volume of clips depicting tiny figures being dominated by her body in every way imaginable, including POV shots from a small camera inserted into one of her orifices. She had a table with her partner Camera Person, and I finally connected with them on Sunday morning. They let me have one of pile of tiny model railroad figurines they use in their videos—all males by that point—as well as a conveniently small plastic capsule to keep him in. I got him out later at lunch, lamenting that I didn’t get a female tiny to cherish. To my surprise and delight, B3ll3 brought out the female figure she had obtained from Cirilla the day before and offered to swap tinies. I’m still touched by that gesture.

The strongest indication that my comfort level at SizeCon had maxed out was my unexpected enthusiasm for participating in table-top roleplaying games. On Friday evening I saw that TastyAce was running something called Bitty Folk Adventures, a one-page system designed for players to portray tiny characters facing the challenges of a big scary world. I impulsively joined the overcrowded table and thoroughly enjoyed character creation and helping the party, but I didn’t grasp the obvious fact that a TTRPG would almost certainly take up more than one time bloc and I had an obligation during the next hour, so I had to bail out prematurely.

My appetite duly whetted, I consulted the schedule and determined that the upcoming three-hour bloc I could devote to the D&D adventure written by Schretz fell on Sunday afternoon. It was my first time playing D&D specifically since 1983, but I had read up on 5e when it was time to induct my son into the mysteries and Schretz was the most accommodating and resourceful DM I’ve had in recent memory. We didn’t make it as kinky as we might have, but it was still exciting to see everyone gleefully changing size at the slightest opportunity.

Two illustrations by Ed’N’Em in the SizeCon 2026 art gallery

Last year when I was attending SizeCon alone, I had to take a few breaks from the social over-stimulation by retreating to my room for 30-60 minutes. This year I instead found myself repeatedly wandering back to the table shared by Vicki and Lil showing their wonderful creations for a bit of downtime and to trade stories of conventions past. It was quiet moments like these and those in the meal hall where all these new experiences are processed into precious shared memories. Conventions don’t fully happen until such moments of reflection, and I couldn’t do without them.

The closing ceremony was as emotionally fraught as I (and most SizeCon veterans) had expected. Listening to the staff thank everyone for their contributions and assistance, I was reminded that this event and these people hold not only immense personal significance to the organizers and volunteers but also that SizeCon and similar gatherings have important political meaning. Last year we were scarcely a month into the current fascist regime and we had yet to see the full depth of its depraved cruelty. This year the largest No Kings march to date fell on the Saturday of the con, and it was vital to be reminded that every act of creativity, particularly kink art, is also a protest against those who would eliminate us.

I’m told that the practice of giving everyone a chance to go up to the microphone and speak about what the con meant to them only really became a major component of the closing ceremonies starting with 2025. The queue was longer than last year’s, and when the staff had to shut the event down at 9pm there were still people waiting to give their testimonies. There were tears aplenty, but I was most affected by Bri describing all the revelations she had and what she learned about herself during the con. I was not a little envious that she had made these discoveries and was already starting to accept them at such a young age.

Notably, despite all the perfectly reasonable reasons for people not to cross the US border or even just travel through American airports, SizeCon 2026’s attendance (slightly) surpassed that of 2025. Missing but not forgotten this year were fellow writers Aborigen and SolomonG. Jitensha and Chibiana couldn’t attend because they are each expecting a child (Sergio and Giant Gripper, accordingly, remained with their partners).

SizeCon 2027 will be at the same venue, so of course I’ll be there. I hope to see many of my old and new friends again, but it will also be someone’s first SizeCon, and I wouldn’t want to miss that.

Duty to Warn

A pencil drawing of a smirking woman holding a condom in front of her face. The condom dangles from her pinched fingers and contains a large deposit of semen and the tiny man who expressed it as he shrunk.
Wrapped by Undersquid

Well, hello!  I didn’t expect to see you turn up at my door, not after Kaya spilled the beans about my little secret.

Whatever, it’s your funeral.  Come on in.  You want a drink?

Have a look around.  Not that scary, right?  Just like any other single woman’s condo, could be tidier, I suppose.  Were you expecting a boiling cauldron?

You can smell that I have a cat, but he’s not all black—his paws are white.  He’s hiding right now but he’ll come see you when you’re . . . more manageable.

Don’t try to tell me you didn’t believe Kaya.  You wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t.  I knew you were into me the first time at the Night Owl.  I even considered it for a moment.  You’d have had no warning then.

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Taking Turns

A blond man (Rutger Hauer) dressed in black leather armor with a red cape, sitting on a horse and holding a hawk, which is tethered to his forearm. We can see the top of a large sword hanging at his side.
Rutger Hauer and a hawk in Ladyhawke (1985)

This trope came up recently on Bluesky, and rather than add it to my dismayingly large pile of unwritten stories I’m just going to blog about what I find appealing about it and how it lends itself to Size Fantasy.

Taking Turns refers to a relationship between two or more people where each of them can become either giant or tiny, but only one person can be giant or tiny at a time. The size change can be voluntary, periodic, or unpredictable. There may be a “cooldown” period when everyone in the relationship is at the same size, or it may be exclusive where one must grow while the other shrinks, so that someone is always relatively giant or tiny to the other.

I enjoy this trope because it’s a delightful metaphor for how in any long-term relationship there are times when one person must bear the burden and take care of the other and times when the other has the custodial duties, demonstrating their complementary strengths and weaknesses. As a Size switch, I find it delicious that when I am molesting my tiny partner I have to bear in mind that I will eventually be her tiny plaything.

The embryonic idea I had for employing this Size trope was an enemies-to-lovers story where the two main characters are forced to depend on each other because they exchange sizes every week. I decided to set them up as rival treasure-hunters going after the same relic. They both arrive at the ancient resting place of the item, which places a curse on them both. The next Saturday night at midnight, one of them suddenly shrinks out of their clothes and has to spend a week fending for themselves, while the other treasure-hunter is unaware of what has happened, until Saturday night rolls around again and it’s their turn to be tiny while the other grows back to full-size.

In order to conceal this unbelievable curse, they decide to move in together so they can each look out for the other during their “tiny week.” One of them eventually decides to use the size differential to take sexual advantage of the other only to end up on the receiving end a week later. They each come to appreciate both the dominant and the submissive roles they find themselves in on alternating weeks. The reinforced dependence slowly transforms into trust, respect, and finally love.

Romcom gold, I’m telling you.

SizeCon 2025 – Reconstituted

Amtrak locomotive with passenger cars next to a loading platform.
Amtrak Cascades

It’s been six days since I returned home from SizeCon 2025. I thought I’d wait until I finished processing my experiences before reporting on them, but I don’t think I’ll ever truly finish, so here we go. I’ve never experienced a weekend that included meeting so many old friends (for the first time in-person), making new friends, vocalizing thoughts I’d never before spoken aloud, and getting new perspectives on familiar ideas. It was like the high school reunion we deserved instead of the ones we got.

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SizeCon 2025 – Booked

Advertisement for SizeCon 2025 in Portland, Oregon on Feb 28 - Mar 2.
Olo's avatar with the "I'm going to Size Con '25" border

I said I was going, and I am. I have con tickets, meal tickets, hotel reservations, and train tickets. Packing shouldn’t take very long; I have no merch to sell or costume to model. I might even get some writing done on the train.

I know multiple attendees who have already started on their journeys; my trip will be a scant four hours plus whatever dilly-dallying Amtrak and Burlington-Northern come up with.

It’s been decades since I’ve been to any type of convention, and I’ve never been to a kink convention. I have no idea what to expect, which hasn’t been true for me for a very long time.

I’m in free fall.

So-Called “A.I.” and the Size Community

A man in the woods is squatting down and laying his open palm on the ground. A two-inch-tall woman with her back to the viewer has just stepped into his hand, and he is smiling at her.
Under the Leaves by Foreverlurk, who used so-called “A.I.” as part of creating it.

As a substitute for creativity, statistically-generated imagery, video, audio, and text is an abomination. It is also a financial swindle, an environmental catastrophe, and an economic scourge. Perhaps the greatest insult is to the mind, which is asked to accept this glorified auto-complete slop as human art, scholarship, and truth. The peril it presents to human civilization at this fraught point in history is dire.

I am aware of a handful of creators in the Size community who appreciate and acknowledge all of the foregoing and have nonetheless incorporated statistical image generators and Large Language Models into their creative processes. It is crucial to note that they do not simply submit prompts and publish the output. They are talented artists and writers in their own right, and they use the statistically-generated output to refine their already-existing art and literature.

If I could with the snap of my fingers totally and permanently eliminate the corporate and cultural investment in and enthusiasm for so-called “A.I.”, I would instantly and gleefully sacrifice every bit of Size content that in any way depended upon it. Alas, I cannot. Human civilization will either lobotomize itself or it will not; whether or not a few Size creators make use of these algorithmic tools is of zero consequence.

If one’s revulsion at this technology precludes one from consuming art that employs it, by all means avoid it. Creators have an ethical obligation to explicitly label work that has involved statistical image generators or Large Language Models. Beyond this basic honesty, however, there are no grounds for forming moral judgments against individuals who employ statistically-generated output as part of a larger creative process.

Artists who publish work under their own name should welcome good-faith inquiries into if and how statistically-generated output is involved in their work. Conversely, honest creators should not be shunned or defamed for making tactical use of statistical-generation technology to augment their Size creations.

Shrink All Men!

A recently-shrunken man looks up from the pile of his clothes at three of his female co-workers.
Sexist boss brought down by CelTon

The setting or the cause of size difference says a lot about how an author approaches a Size story. Typically these choices are based on what kind of characters are in the story and how the author wants them to interact. Beyond accommodating such encounters, a particular Size world can hold implications not only for the author’s personal preferences for Size Fantasy but also for the basic assumptions they make about how the world works (and how it should work).

This post is going to address the specific Size trope of a world in which all men either have shrunk or are about to be shrunk. I’m going to examine the particular uses for this trope and the possible reasons why someone might choose it for their Size creation.

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