The next SizeCon, at the end of February 2025, will be held in Portland, Oregon. It’s only a 3.5-hour drive for me, so I really have no excuse not to be there. Like an addict trying to kick the habit, I’m telling as many people as possible so they can hold me accountable.
I hope to see as many of you there as possible!
Another one of our Size holidays has come around, Hug A Giant Day. You might be surprised to learn that Biggos can and do appreciate hugs from tinies. Towering above, shaking the earth as they walk, they seem so secure and confident, but it is not always so.
If they are a true giant, they can get quite lonely, unsure whether anyone is sincere with them or is simply acting out of fear. Protective giants can fret that they aren’t doing enough to keep tinies from harm, unable to be there all of the time.
So grab your favorite Biggo and reassure them that they’re big in your heart, too.
Longtime readers will recognize the name Size Riot as the quarterly size-fantasy flash-fiction contest run by Aborigen. Four years of author submissions were uploaded and shared via Google Docs, which Google has declared fair game for training their “A.I.” large language models. Google has also begun locking users out of their accounts if any of their documents on Google Docs (not in subfolders) contain content that they deem “inappropriate” or otherwise in violation of the “terms of service.”
Once this latest manifestation of the Pornocalypse had reared its head, Aborigen scrambled to download all the stories and delete them from Google Docs. He has been diligently uploading them to his Neocities site, and he’s almost done. Have a look.
In 2015, I began my first exploration of Tumblr, specifically the regions known as Size Tumblr. I made many friends there, the first of which was Arctic Giantess. Inspired by her giantess persona (and my recent discovery of Halo’s Poser mod for Skyrim), I composed this story and posted each chapter to Tumblr.
In December 2018, Tumblwintr blew my and every other NFSW blog away. Most of the Skyrim screenshots I used to illustrate this story are too spicy for WordPress, and I put too much work into them to just post the text without the images. However, I recently discovered that Reddit lets you post images (however NFSW) to your profile page, and Archive of Our Own (AO3) will let you embed images hosted elsewhere into your stories.
I am therefore pleased to present, for the first time since I fled Tumblr, Alex, Giantess of Skyrim.
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?
I wrote a guest post over on Aborigen’s blog about what it’s like to derive sexual gratification from fantasies that feature death as a crucial element. Go read and tell me what you think.
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.
Continue reading “What Do We Have Here?”Giants have all sorts of attitudes toward tinies, and a plausible Size world has room for them all. It’s my goal to include all of these in my stories.
At last I have arrived in your shadow. I have come all this way to end my life in your belly.
Before I pass your jaws, I beg for the privilege of embracing your pussy. Grant me the honor of kissing your clit. Give me the duty of finding the joys in your depths.
Let me give my life to every one of your appetites.
Still here, still thinking about the erotic misadventures of tiny people.
El Amante Menguante 