Size Riot Archives

A man hunched over a writing desk, papers and books strewn about. In his right hand he is holding a pen, while his left hand is gripping his forehead and his eyes are closed in concentration or perhaps inspiration.
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.

Alex, Giantess of Skyrim

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.

What Do We Have Here?

Auburn-haired woman dangling a two-inch-tall naked man in front of her face. She is smiling in wonder.
What Do We Have Here? by Galiagan

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.

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