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.
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.
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?”
If you’re in the mood for some angsty and smutty M/f non-con shrinking, you could hardly do better than Rain on the Windowsill by Littlest-Lily. Almost all of the saga is told from the viewpoint of our protagonist Lily as she becomes the target of Leo, who has long dreamed of keeping a shrunken woman and is convinced that Lily will come to share his dream. Both Lily and Leo wrestle with their own desires and consciences as Leo pushes Lily into shrunken Stockholm syndrome and beyond.
While there is exquisite detail to the juicy logistics of multiple size changes, we never lose sight of Lily’s emotional tempest as she wonders where either she or Leo should be taking this. Lily spends most of her time at three-inches-high, but Leo is very fond of expeditions into the microverse, and Lily is an excellent reporter of her sensory shifts. Leo is possibly the most complex predator I’ve encountered in Size Fantasy, and his instincts about Lily aren’t altogether off-target.
Cautionary tales are rarely so rewarding both smuttily and spiritually.
Brian kept Jessica on her toes, that’s for sure. Admittedly, she hadn’t really thought through what agreeing to host a Condensed person would mean, but she doubted anything could have prepared her for this latest wrinkle.
She and Brian were hanging around the apartment as usual. She hadn’t been going out much lately, and of course he couldn’t go anywhere she didn’t take him. A toothpaste ad came on the TV, and an odd thought occurred to her. She looked over at Brian sitting atop the pillow at the other end of the couch.
“Hey, Bri,” she said invitingly, “wanna try something weird?”
He had perked up as soon as she had started speaking. “What kind of adventure did you have in mind this time?”
Jessica and Brian had already messed around with many diverting situations a Condensed person could find themselves in, and Brian had become quite familiar with many regions of Jessica’s corpulent body. They had not yet, however, explored the circumstances she was now considering.
I’m A Virgo is a short series (seven episodes, 30 minutes each) on Amazon Prime created Boots Riley (Sorry To Bother You), all of which became available on June 23, 2023. The primary theme is about Cootie (Jharrel Jerome), a young black man who happens to be 13-feet-tall, but it also veers into deconstruction the superhero genre and the necessity of destroying capitalism.
The chief attraction of the series for this blog is the depiction of sex between differently-sized people, and Cootie does get it on with Flora (Olivia Washington). If all you’re interested in is the big sex scene, it’s in Episode 4 (“Balance Beam”). No actual nudity is shown, but we do see topless Cootie and bare-shouldered Flora trying different positions, and the dialogue and sound effects go a long way toward illustrating what we all want to see.
No CGI was used in this series; they accomplish a lot with forced-perspective and puppets (a giant puppet for Cootie and half-scale puppets for everyone else). Cootie interacts with many half-scale sets and props, but there are also enough digital composite shots to allow all the differently-sized characters to be portrayed by actors simultaneously.
Did I mention that about halfway through the series a whole neighborhood of people wake up one morning shrunk to six inches or less? This phenomenon is never explained, and the first season concludes without any mention as to whether they remain tiny or who was responsible. The tinies get a small amount of interaction with the other characters, and one tiny man even makes a lewd advance to Flora (“It requires trust on my part”).
Apart from the sizey bits, the series is pretty good. It’s even more absurd than Sorry To Bother You, but gratifyingly so. In addition to his unusual size, Jerome has to portray Cootie as essentially home-schooled, as his (foster?) parents have kept him a secret all his life. Walton Goggins is superb as the main antagonist, showing just how criminally underused he was in Ant-Man and the Wasp. The pacing is uneven, and when the show loses focus on Cootie you wonder where it’s going. The dialogue is wonderful, however, and the art design is stunningly creative. There are no simple characters here; they all make you believe they have stories of their own (if few of them get satisfactory resolutions).
I hope they make another season. Olivia Washington has already been installed in my personal pantheon.
Content Notes: F/m, shrunken man, disrespectful attitude, grabbing without asking, non-consensual entrapment, vore mention, breast play, Stockholm Syndrome
Unlike most everyone else, Jessica thought the Condensation was hilarious. She never imagined that it might happen to her, and so far it hadn’t. It had happened to a girl from her high school class, but Jessica didn’t know her very well and she just giggled whenever she appeared on her Instagram, standing in the palm of her poor husband’s hand.
Not all of the Condensed had family or friends to look after them, and a number of government agencies and charitable organizations implemented a variety of programs to obtain secure environments for the shrunken people. Jessica saw an advertisement offering a monthly stipend for people who took in Condensed people as roommates, and she could always use a little more cash.
“I mean,” she told her friend Shondra, “how much could one of those little bugs eat? Give ‘em a tissue box to sleep in and they’re all set.”
“Don’t they check up on you to make sure you’re not abusin’ ‘em?”
“I’m not gonna abuse ‘em, Jesus. I’m just sayin’ it’ll cost less than that stipend brings in. Way less.”
“I thought you liked living on your own.”
“I like not having to clean up someone else’s mess or listen to their stupid music. I wouldn’t mind having someone to chat or watch shows with, though. If she ever got annoying I’d just put her in her box.”
“You bad, girl.”
“It’s not my fault they got tiny! They should be grateful to whoever takes ‘em in.”
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