I don’t know if Janice in the City was the first size story that Scott Grildrig ever wrote, but it arguably set the standard for giantess rampage stories, and in the thirty years since he first published it it has remained firmly astride the size story canon it established. Note that it was initially posted in 1993 to the Usenet group alt.sex.stories, a forum for general erotica. Even though the school where I worked then had Usenet access, I would never have looked for such a story there, as I didn’t think anyone else out there was into what I would eventually call size fantasy, and certainly not in an erotic sense.
Today marks the tenth anniversary of my very first post on any Internet size fantasy site. It was the first chapter of the first size fantasy story I ever wrote for publication. It was a leap of something to decide that I wanted to add my voice to the size conversation, and that someone wanted to hear it. I’ve met several fascinating people in the online size community over the years, and a precious few of them have given me helpful feedback on my writing. One person even said my writing has improved over time.
I’ve been struggling recently to devote most of my free time to writing a story that I don’t know more than a single person would want to read. My motives are divided between wanting to express a vision and just wanting to get more practice at creative writing. I’m also trying to improve my executive functioning, such that simply completing a task I have set for myself is an achievement. I have unquestionably benefited from reader feedback, but “writing for myself” remains my only reliable motive.
I wonder if I shouldn’t experiment with crafting a story that I know I will not share with anyone. How will that inform my judgment? Should that even make a difference?
The goal of the Size Aesthetic project is to develop ways to appreciate size fantasy beyond the simple litmus test of “does it scratch my itches or not.” I always love it when people tell me they get off to the same things I do, but these days I’m more concerned with whether I’ve told a compelling story, whether I’ve described a vivid scene, whether I’ve introduced interesting characters. These concerns, of course, apply to all creative fiction, not just size fantasy.
I’ve never participated in a creative writing workshop, either in school or for recreation. Perhaps I should look into changing that.
We’re coming up on four years since Tumblwintr, and the world is getting yet another demonstration why it’s a bad idea to let billionaires exercise their sociopathy by controlling critical infrastructure. The crazy thing is, Musk isn’t even trying to ban porn on Twitter (yet). If grownups ever regain control of what’s left of Twitter, however, advertisers are going to demand they severely restrict or ban porn. It’s inevitable.
Elle Largesse (aka MightyTinyGiant), among others, is exploring the possibility of creating (and running?) a Mastodon server for hosting size fans. Unlike Twitter posts, Mastodon posts can be added to a RSS feed that can be aggregated by apps like Feedly. Presumably, this server will both allow NSFW content as well as moderating against harassment and hate speech. Here’s a form where you can sign up to be notified if/when they get it operational. I will also update this post with the URL if I learn about it.
This article is an expansion of an earlier post on Daddy’s Dollhouse.
Because it is an under-served niche in size fantasy, I’ve recently been combing through my size smut collection to find M/f content to post on Daddy’s Dollhouse. It’s really driven home something that I’ve long been aware of but could always use revisiting, especially given the transient nature of the size “community.” I want to talk about the role of the (straight) male gaze in size porn.
Size porn is like any other kind of porn in that it contains the presumption that its audience is mainly straight men. The primary consequence of this is that the vast majority of imagery (and text) focuses on women, usually with an idealized body type. In M/f smut, this means a lot of handheld naked cuties. A lot.
The good news is that this is changing, although perhaps not as fast as one might like. The internet is old enough now that a couple of generations (of all genders and orientations) have grown up with ready access to porn and thus have had the opportunity to develop their own tastes in porn and even start to demand and create alternatives.
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.
My review of Belittled, a size fantasy novel by Taedis. Links to the book at the bottom.
An intense misadventure that relentlessly pushes the protagonist and the reader to new depths of desperation and degradation. Taedis gives us an immersive F/m spin on a shrunken man discovering his submissive side. I cannot recommend this book enough to femdom enthusiasts of any size.
Last year, Taedis compiled twenty-eight size fantasy stories into a paperback volume and gave it away at SizeCon2020. She’s done it again, thirty-five contributors this time (including vintage size fantasists like Swift and Baudelaire), and you can get a free PDF here and a paperback copy here. Check her blog to learn about Volume 3.
My review of We Come From Somewhere This Was Real, a collection of size fantasy stories by Aborigen. Links to the book at the bottom.
This is a fine sampler of both Aborigen’s range and his facility with smut. Almost all the encounters are F/m in configuration, but a rewarding variety of perspectives is explored. This buffet approach demonstrates a depth to size fantasy that a curious newbie might otherwise miss. No author could feature every aspect of size fantasy over five stories or fifty, but Aborigen’s versatility with characters and scenarios establishes both the plausibility and the desirability of any encounter one might suggest.
Three of Aborigen’s stories here impressed me deeply. “They Make Great Pets” is the only one with a female protagonist: Luna, a single woman who takes in a handful of tinies and gives them shelter and food. Like all the stories in this collection, little or no time is spent explaining how or why size-difference exists in this scenario. Instead, we get to know Luna and watch her relationships with her pets develop dramatically but coherently through many gratifying stages. Aborigen’s characterization is at its best here.
I had previously read “The Giant, His Prize, and Her Lover” in another venue, and I distinctly remember Aborigen relating how writing it took him outside his comfort zone. It starts from a perspective familiar to longtime readers of Aborigen: a tiny man (Ulysses) devoted to his giant mistress (Rosann). It enters unfamiliar territory when we learn that Rosann herself lives the life of a tiny woman, kept by an even larger giant (Blacwin) who took her from her homeworld. Blacwin at last learns of Ulysses’s existence, and Rosann decides that her two men need to reconcile themselves to each other. In addition to the challenge of inhabiting the possessive Blacwin, Aborigen has to portray Rosann as what the size community has called (borrowing from the BDSM community) a “switch.” The dialogue between the two men veers between the bawdy and the philosophical and back, and Aborigen does justice to all parties. I don’t know if this version of the story is more polished than the first time I read it, but it somehow seems more at peace with itself.
The final story, “No Good Deeds,” is the longest in the collection and features the most protracted and detailed sexytimes. Striving academically at the public library, Elvin lets his idle lusts drive him to speak to Joellen, a tall woman having difficulty with one of the terminals. His reward is that she shrinks him without consent or explanation and takes him home for her amusement. As with Short Shrift, Aborigen is undaunted by the idiosyncratic logistics of mixed-size sex, and he is very resourceful in repeatedly immersing the reader in the sensations and emotions of a tiny man at the mercy of a reckless woman. High replay value in this one.
While the tropes Aborigen invokes are familiar to this veteran size fantasist, he does not rely on them so precariously that a normie reader would feel confused or neglected. This collection is a wealth of thrills, passionately and meticulously realized. By following his curiosity and appetites wherever they lead him, Aborigen is inspiring as well as entertaining.
Why do we share our size fantasies with others, and why do we care what others enjoy in size fantasy? I suppose everything on this blog is an attempt to answer one or both of these questions, but a couple of recent posts have me looking at them with renewed urgency. Aborigen asked himself what he still hopes to achieve with his size writing, and in one of those recurring “What would you really do?” threads on the Shrunken Women Board Azureeyes talked about the importance of hearing about the real people behind the fantasy. I’ve been watching the online size scene for 25 years and an active participant for almost a decade and I still don’t know exactly why I keep returning to it.
My review of Short Shrift, an F/m story by Aborigen. Links to the story at the bottom.
This was an excellent read and a good wank. It’s an extended treatment of a single encounter that one might expect to end much more abruptly and gruesomely. A number of distinct sexual activities are depicted in compelling detail, and Aborigen makes the reader feel every secretion and clench. Aside from the variations, what keeps the physical descriptions from becoming tedious is the frequent interweaving of the two characters’ inner narratives. This is key, of course; we care about the smut because we care about the characters, and Aborigen takes the time to establish them for us.
The introductory perspective is that of Candice, the instructor of an exercise group. She gives us our first look at the two main characters (in whose perspectives we will spend the rest of the story), and she is also important in that she is the only knowing agent of the size change that makes the plot possible. I actually would have liked more foreshadowing of this, as it otherwise seems too out-of-the-blue, particularly for the non-fetishist reader.
Fortunately, both Melanie the novice exercise student and Rickey the misogynist predator are sufficiently recognizable and well-developed that when the size change occurs their responses ground it in realism. Crucially, neither Melanie nor Rickey react predictably or implausibly to the bizarre circumstances they find themselves in. We get our fetish itches scratched, not because either Melanie or Rickey seek them out, but because they honestly explore who we already know them to be.
Aborigen is in fine form here, with sophisticated streams of consciousness and wicked observations. Most gratifyingly, he is unsparing in both sensual detail and emotional depth. I don’t identify with either Melanie or Rickey, but I’ve now inhabited both of them, separately, during one of my most obsessing fetish scenarios. An abiding delight.
El Amante Menguante 