It seems like just yesterday a platform that had hosted size shenanigans suddenly became much less welcoming to everyone who had come to rely on it. Now, with a change of ownership looming, #SizeTwitter is asking itself where they might decamp to if it became necessary.
I don’t have any advice other than that the Pornocalypse will continue to make hosting porn unfriendly to advertisers, which in turn will make it difficult for web investors to make money from sites that don’t have content moderation. So far, Twitter hasn’t made Google or Facebook money, and Musk doesn’t seem like the kind of guy to pay 38% over market value for something without hope of making a profit.
In any event, I would like to take this occasion to remind everyone that I continue to maintain and update the Where To Find Everyone page that I set up for Tumblwintr. Please feel free to give me your forwarding information as you determine next steps.
This is my background post for all stories set in the Big Sky universe. World-building is an ongoing project, and I expect to be adding to this document both when I publish a new Big Sky story and between stories, whenever I explore this world further in my imagination.
Here are all the Big Sky stories published to date:
I never met Larry Philby, never communicated with him, never really saw much of his art. What I know of him is solely due to SizeCon. He figured largely in many after-action reports, a generous spirit full of stories that made everyone feel accepted. It seems he found his own personal size community well before the internet made it much easier, which still gobsmacks me to think about. Seeing photos of him sharing his art made me chagrined that I ever thought a size get-together was beneath me.
I’m going to compose a background post for the story universe that I created for my first story, A Little Trouble in Big Sky. When I first wrote it I sketched out a couple of paragraphs as an explanatory prologue, and other world-building hints were scattered throughout the story. I’m happy with the amount of detail I provided at the time, and I think the story still stands on its own.
So why am I adding more detail now? Partly because, after almost nine years, I’m actively thinking about writing another story set in the same universe. It probably doesn’t strictly require more specification or elaboration, but I admire how Aborigen’s categories help save time and exposition by warning the reader up front that they are entering a size story and what kind of size differential to expect. I’m also looking forward to the sheer creativity of extrapolating from what I’ve written and finding room for different stories.
Another motive for creating a setting where size-differential is “expected” is to allow character development that is unencumbered by people having to acknowledge and process otherwise-fantastic size-differential. I want to show real people in real relationships, and having to spend time where they deny their own senses while trying to grapple with giants or tinies detracts from that.
Now, don’t get me wrong; the bewilderment and awe of encountering fantastic size-differential is an important and valuable element of size fantasy, and I certainly don’t want to eliminate it entirely. I also don’t plan to write stories exclusively set in constructed size worlds. I still get the urge to take a simple vision of a size encounter and describe it intensely without digression, and I plan to continue indulging such urges.
Paradoxically, I believe going to the trouble of fleshing out a size world can make the stories set in it more accessible to non-size-pervs. It helps you think about the motivations of your characters, which are always formed in the context of what other people do in similar situations. Consequently, your characters make more sense and are therefore more relatable.
I have decided against trying to formulate a size world for each of my stories; not all of them lend themselves to rich extrapolation, and of course many of them derive their juice from featuring unexpected and incomprehensible size-differential. Despite those aspects, however, some have managed to include favorite characters and/or relationships that could warrant sequels. I expect to rely almost entirely on my own passions to determine if any get expanded.
Anyway, look for the Big Sky category to get a background post soon and another story sometime this year.
I’ve never seen “BBW Giantess in HR Unbirthing Revenge” starring Giantess Jayne, but if I had an unlimited F/X budget, this is what I’d produce.
The email went out to the whole team at once, arriving in each of their inboxes at 2:30 pm. A single line: “Report to Jayne’s office at 3pm today.” Jayne was not the team’s direct report. Jayne was the Director of HR.
Steve had been in the restroom when the email arrived, and the rest of the team had assembled in the middle of their cube farm by the time he returned. Amy broke the news to him.
“We’re gonna get shit-canned,” she said brutally. Amy was Steve’s closest friend in that place, but she tended to see the worst in every eventuality.
“They can’t,” said Tiffany. “We finished the project by the deadline.” The team didn’t have an official leader, but Tiffany clearly saw it as her role. By the end of the project she was checking in with everyone hourly.
“Nothing in the law says they can’t,” said Jason. He was the smartest person on the team, but there was only so much one person could do to boost group productivity.
It had been a team effort, yes, but Steve knew he had been the weak link in the chain. The others had to know it, too, but they had somehow managed not to openly acknowledge it, not even now when they were facing the likely consequences for the entire team.
“At most they’ll just reassign us all,” Steve said, hoping the others would validate his denial or at least not contradict it. Amy looked at him quizzingly, giving him no relief.
It was 2:44 pm. Jason glanced toward the elevator lobby, wondering if Security was loitering to secure their work stations after they left. There was no unusual activity to be seen.
“Let’s get this over with,” said Tiffany, marching toward the lobby, followed closely by Jason. Amy and Steve looked at each other wordlessly, struggling with bravado and self-pity. Steve felt like holding Amy’s hand, something they had never done. Amy wrapped herself with her arms, lowered her gaze, and turned to follow the rest of the team. Steve drifted after them.