I have participated in Elle Largesse‘s 2025 September Kinky Scribble Challenge. Over four distracted hours yesterday I squeezed out 1271 words (including title and tags).
Content Warnings: Shrunken person, F/?, nonfatal (?) soft vore, delusional narrator
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.
Continue reading “Duty to Warn”
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.
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.
Continue reading “Shrink All Men!”
It is no exaggeration to say that Jonathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travels is a foundational text to the Size fetish. Due to its renowned literary and satirical merit and prolific public domain adaptations, people for centuries have been exposed to its whimsical vocabulary and striking imagery. Swift’s use of corporeal humor is memorably central to the narrative, making the contemplation of Sizey sexytimes unavoidable.
I am continually alert to mentions of Gulliver’s Travels in any context, from pop culture to academic inquiry, hoping to find digressions into or even explorations of the ribald possibilities presented by the plot. The results are usually disappointing, and I often find myself extrapolating furiously from a single phrase to identify the slightest indication that the author regarded the notion of Sizey sex as anything other than dry social commentary or a sight gag.
Continue reading “The Little Everyman”
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.
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.
Still here, still thinking about the erotic misadventures of tiny people.
Steve spotted them as soon as they came into the bar. They looked young, but they weren’t squirrelly enough to be high schoolers with fake IDs. Sorority girls slumming? No, their clothing styles diverged too much from each other. Didn’t matter; they were new and they were hot and Steve saw them first.
There were four—no, five of them and they took a corner table. Steve kept his seat until the waitress had taken their orders so as to give them a reason not to just get up and leave. He stood up and approached the jocular group, picking out his primary and secondary targets. The blonde in the maroon sweater and yoga pants had been the first to snag his eye, but by the time he had reached the table he found himself drawn to the short redhead filling out her overalls so tantalizingly.
He kept his eyes on her until the table conversation tailed off and he looked up and smiled at the group as a whole.
“I hate to interrupt,” he said disarmingly, then turned to the redhead, “but ever since you came in here I can’t remember my name. Could you let me borrow yours?”
Continue reading “In Praise of the Blowjob-Shrink”
El Amante Menguante 