The Little Everyman

Book cover for "The Little Everyman: Stature and Masculinity in Eighteenth-Century English Literature." The imagery depicts tiny Gulliver being peered down upon by the giants of Brobdingnag.
Cover art: “Scene from Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift” (A.E. Jackson, 1911)

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.

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Bluesky

Giant woman chasing a sled-dog team across a snowy plain underneath a blue sky.

So I’ve realized some things about how I focus and don’t focus my attention, and I think I’m ready to give social media another try without letting it overwhelm me or consuming my every waking moment. I know there remains a large portion of the Size community on Xitter, but I won’t be making an account there. Content posted there is not viewable by anyone not logged in through the app. Every change Elon Musk makes is intended to promote his Nazi edgelord fanboys at the expense of other users’ experience. It’s only a matter of time until he decides to attract more advertisers by banning NFSW content.

In the almost two years since Musk’s acquisition of Xitter, members of the Size community have made more and more accounts on Bluesky, which was rather slow in rolling out basic social media features (DMs, user muting/blocking, keyword blocking, video support). I was worried about Bluesky’s tolerance for NFSW content, but for now they have a sophisticated labeling and filtering system that allows users to fine-tune the content they are exposed to while allowing properly-tagged and categorized adult content (the three categories are “Suggestive,” “Nudity,” and “Porn,” which implies that porn is permissible).

So I made an account on Bluesky. For those who remember my Tumblr blog, I won’t be posting or reposting nearly as often as I did back then (if it becomes apparent that the amount of time I am spending on Bluesky is approaching that of my Tumblr usage, please hold an intervention). My posting there will be low-investment and impermanent content, but unlike here I will at least be able to post NFSW imagery.

See you there.

Consuming Passions

A black woman with brass-colored curly hair, her head tilted back and her smiling mouth open wide to receive dozens of ant-sized people that she is sprinkling from her fingers held above her head.
A Girl’s Prey | Giantess Vore by AshkiiWolf

It’s Vore Day again, and what can I say that I haven’t said already? It is definitely an acquired taste, and there are many reasons why someone who otherwise might be into vore would be reluctant to embrace it. The most common reason, I strongly suspect, is the frequency of fatal outcomes. Some of these kinksters take refuge in Safe vore (including my personal variation on Full Tour). For many aficionados, however, there must be a fatal outcome for vore to have any teeth.

If you’re still on the fence, read my essay on Lethality in Size Fantasy. It might make it go down more easily.

Hug A Giant Day

13-ft-tall black man lying on his back being cuddled by a normal-size black woman
Jharrel Jerome and Olivia Washington in I’m A Virgo

Another one of our Size holidays has come around, Hug A Giant Day. You might be surprised to learn that Biggos can and do appreciate hugs from tinies. Towering above, shaking the earth as they walk, they seem so secure and confident, but it is not always so.

If they are a true giant, they can get quite lonely, unsure whether anyone is sincere with them or is simply acting out of fear. Protective giants can fret that they aren’t doing enough to keep tinies from harm, unable to be there all of the time.

So grab your favorite Biggo and reassure them that they’re big in your heart, too.

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.

Micromanagement

POV looking over the shoulder of someone seated at a desk reaching down and opening a file drawer. The file drawer contains eight minature cubicl workstations and two three-inch-tall people are looking up at the person who just opened the drawer. Four of the minature workstations are appointed with miniature computers and office supplies, whil the other four minature workstation are occupied by full-size office supplies.
Lower Office by The Tibt

There’s no mystery why I love workplace settings for Size Fantasy. It’s where I spend most of my idle hours, daydreaming about Sizey scenarios. So many invidious hierarchies to be inverted. There’s no end to corporate shenanigans with the potential to inflict Size change on anyone. Corporate-speak was invented to conceal venal motives and unethical practices. Offices feature a constant flow of new faces and personalities; who deserves to be shrunk, who’s enough of a shit to shrink someone else? Why doesn’t someone just grow out of their cubicle, break through the ceiling, and put an end to all this bullshit?

The workplace is also extremely familiar to most of my readers. I don’t have to describe most environments or their contents, and some readers might recognize the buzzwords I use and anticipate how I will apply them to Size Fantasy. I’m comfortable enough with workplace characterization and plot that I used it for my longest story to date as well as my first story with a female protagonist. It’s a versatile setting, useful for horror or revenge plots. I’ve used it to process my own professional misadventures. and when inspiration unexpectedly strikes, the office is there.

How’s that project coming along?

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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