At last I have arrived in your shadow. I have come all this way to end my life in your belly.
Before I pass your jaws, I beg for the privilege of embracing your pussy. Grant me the honor of kissing your clit. Give me the duty of finding the joys in your depths.
Let me give my life to every one of your appetites.
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.
My friend Aborigen has bestirred himself to start a Size podcast, zHEIGHTgeist. Dissatisfied with narrow and sensationalist depictions of Size Fantasy, Aborigen has talked with a wide variety of Size people to present a more fulsome appreciation of all the many ways Size Fantasy can be expressed. zHEIGTgeist is intended to be interesting and entertaining for normies and Size fans alike. The first two episodes dropped earlier today, and my contribution will appear in the future.
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
Here we go again. DeviantArt has recently increased take-downs of art and entire accounts without warning or explanation. Earlier this year they updated their policies regarding sexual themes and erotic and fetish content. Since DA doesn’t provide any explanations for their removal of art or suspension of accounts, creators are left to speculate as to what content violated which policy and how.
I have seen multiple hypotheses for why DA is increasing the removals lately. There’s always the general pressure from advertisers to remove adult content that is part of the ongoing Pornocalypse. Some people have noted that DA seems to be pushing Deviants to make their content subscriber-only so that DA can take their cut, and if you’re not charging for your content DA doesn’t really want you around. One speculation is that DA is training their AI statistical-generation algorithm on user content and vore somehow confounds the algorithm.
Last week, Karbo (a longtime Deviant and a pillar of the vore community) had his entire DA account deleted. Many creators who produce Size or Vore content are taking this as an indication that DA has determined that those fetishes are in violation of their policies, and they are migrating to different platforms.
You should always check a site’s policies before uploading any content, although be warned that such policies are always subject to change with little or no notice. Remember, if the platform is free to use, you’re not the customer, you’re the product.
Eka’s Portal, of course, will always be safe for vore content. Twitter still allows most NFSW content, primarily because they’re not trying to do any content moderation at all, but with Musk you can never rely on anything for very long. I’ve seen people considering Itaku, Newgrounds, Inkblot, and Pixiv as alternative platforms. I’ve made lurker accounts on all four sites just to keep current on my favorite artists.
Understandably, many people are trying to make sure their followers can find them on their new account(s). Linktree is one option for people trying to centralize and update their contact information online. I continue to maintain my Where To Find Everyone page that I first set up for Tumblwintr in December 2018. It hasn’t been updated much lately, only when some people fled Twitter after Musk took over. If you want me to add or update your listing, feel free to contact me.
In the almost five years that I’ve had this blog, I would estimate that there have been hundreds of visitors innocently clicking on search engine results and then finding themselves confronted with shrunken people getting handled, dangled, entrapped, engulfed, scrutinized, and utilized. I suppose, therefore, that I should finally write up a page explaining this blog and Size Fantasy for all those unsuspecting tourists.
Accordingly, here is this blog’s long-overdue About page. Links have also been added to the Main Menu and sidebar.
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.