The Passion of Creation, Leonid Pasternak (1862-1945)
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.
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.
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.
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.
I came up with the idea for this story on the treadmill Monday morning, and a couple of hours later I remembered that Elle Largesse was encouraging hastily-written Size stories via her September Kinky Scribble Challenge. So I wrote it in less than a day and I haven’t gone back to edit it.
Content Warnings: Male giant, Growth, Urban destruction, Giant penis as demolition tool, multiple Fatalities via Foot crush, Anal insertion, Vore, Nonconsensual giant penis frottage, Harold Ramis nostalgia
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.