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 inhabited both of them, separately, during one my most obsessing fetish scenarios. An abiding delight.
Before the Internet revealed all of us to each other and encouraged us to make size content by size pervs for size pervs, we had to mentally “repurpose” mainstream size content. Such sources were usually sci-fi or horror or, tediously often, children’s entertainment. Here follows my ribald extrapolation from The 3 Worlds of Gulliver, which I imagined took place after Gulliver cures the Queen but before his witch trial.
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!
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.