Kara Dollgirl has made some substantial contributions over on the Shrunken Women Board that I find particularly inspiring. In addition to the in-depth Size Philosophy that is the hallmark of any longtime size fantasist, Kara has given consideration to a wide range of shrunken women, their keepers, and possible circumstances. I really enjoy hearing from as many different size perspectives as I can, as this all gets us closer to somewhere this is real.
Last month, Kara made a very thoughtful reply to an older thread inquiring about people’s preferred size(s) for the shrunken women they would like to be or have. While my stories have featured some of the variations in my precise size preferences, I’m gonna say 2-4 inches tall for most occasions. At four-inches-tall, I can get most of her inside my mouth, which is all-important. Much taller than that and containment becomes a problem. Two-inches-tall and shorter permits her to be swallowed whole, which isn’t common in my fantasies, but I do think the threat of that possibility really adds an important dimension (heh) to the relationship. I also like to indulge those specks who prefer to be micro-sized and kept somewhere on my person.
Kara also gave a very fulsome response to a thread featuring favorite instances of shrunken women being picked up and/or held in a giant hand. I’ve long advocated for the handheld as the sine qua non of size fantasy, and Kara delightfully explores how shrunken women of varying sizes experience and enjoy being handled. The opportunity for non-verbal communication between an unclothed tiny completely enclosed by a giant hand remains a joy unique to size fantasy. I will definitely be returning to this the next time I have occasion to make a grab.
Most recently, Kara expounded on all the many physical accommodations that are typically provided to shrunken women. Crucially, she describes all the considerations for each type of habitat from both the keeper’s perspective as well as that of the tiny residents, as well how the giant/tiny relationship is informed by the choice of accommodation. While I generally don’t wish to inflict uncomfortable or spartan conditions upon tiny women in my custody, I do tend to insist upon being able to observe them at all times. This precludes elaborate dollhouses or habitats with multiple chambers out of sight.
Kara is speaking for herself, of course, but she has clearly given this a lot of thought over the years and I am grateful to be able to learn from her experience. I should add that most of these considerations apply similarly to shrunken men. Please leave your impressions in the comments!
I’ve decided to revisit my thoughts about categorizing my stories. I’m not revising the WordPress tags that help people avoid traumatic content like nonconsensual, vore, incest, or scat; I’m all for letting readers curate their experiences. Until recently, I thought that the fetish-centered practice of categorizing stories with labels such as F/m, crush, or feet were, on balance, unhelpful in that they tended to segregate readerships and discouraged the development of a wider size aesthetic. Narcissistically, I hoped that the quality of my writing itself was what should draw readers, not the fact that we both share the same fetish itches.
Regardless of the merits of that conceit, I have relented and updated the catalog of Original Stories by Olo with more precise descriptors for most of the stories. Perhaps my page-views will go down as readers cherry-pick familiar categories, or perhaps they will go up when readers who enjoy my writing decide to venture into the unfamiliar. Either way, I hope everyone finds what they want.
Erin stared at me with her slate-blue eyes as I sat on her coffee table, three-inches-tall and perched on a stack of fashion magazines. It was my first time in her apartment, and I was on alert for any danger. She slid her hand menacingly along her thigh, but I made no effort to respond because she hadn’t been talking to me. She was talking to Natasha, her best friend and the woman who shrank me two years ago. My keeper.
The SizeCon folks are organizing another Micro (online) convention for the weekend of Feb. 26-28, 2021. If you’re interested in volunteering or running a panel, here’s a form to fill out. Follow them on Twitter for the latest developments.
So I finally submitted my feedback to all the stories featured in MyHeavenOct20, the final iteration of the Size Riot quarterly size fantasy flash fiction contest. Work and the election conspired to make my November extremely stressful, and I’m still under significant pressure so I definitely need the deadline extension. Nevertheless, I feel a great debt of gratitude to Aborigen and all the authors and readers who have made Size Riot such a profitable experience both as an writer and as a size perv. Providing my critical appreciation of all the other stories was an obligation I was happy to undertake.
Given the self-indulgent theme, I shouldn’t have been surprised to see so authors discard any concern for detailed exposition. Lots of snappy dialogue, lines that we probably have been reciting to ourselves for years. Intriguingly, it seemed to me that there was less focus on physical sexuality than on personalities, attitudes, and relationships. I think that actually made the smut hotter.
There are no categories or voting for this final round, but the category I always most wanted to win was “Would you suggest this story to someone outside the size fetish?” As I have argued before, I think the best smut relies least on assumptions that the reader shares one’s fetish. Accordingly, it has been my aspiration to express my size fantasies as accessibly as possible. That’s always the feedback I’m most interested in, if you have a mind to share your opinions.
Over the years I’ve become familiar with both the specific kinks as well as the writing styles of a handful of authors, and it was a wistful pleasure to recognize them in their stories this round as they let it all hang out. Others I didn’t recognize, but their stories were passionate and well-written enough that they spoke to me nonetheless. I most enjoyed those that clearly appreciated why their fantasies meant so much and expressed them with craft and joy.
It’s been said many times, but once more with feeling: THANK YOU, ABORIGEN. We are all better writers and readers because of Size Riot.
Benjithedreamer talks to Aborigen again, this time about the possibility of a large collaboration between size writers all working from the same narrative prompt but each offering different perspectives.